| Look we gonna take that 300 thou and we gonna buy 30 keys of coke
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| The best shit in town, Rocks and lumps as big as marbles, no cut
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| Was in the Rich on Eastern Boul.(?)
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| Soft leather, Diadoras, and the Fila Velours
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| Ice limbs, True Coat with the acid wash arms
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| Was little kids movin' rock, now we paid to perform
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| We nod in class, just gassed from raisin' my arm
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| I fall asleep in class cause I can’t wait till I’m on
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| I feel like I’ve been here forever cause the road was so long
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| And get trapped with my hammer sent to bring people harm
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| Damn, Nose full of clam, no sleep till the dawn
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| For real forget about The J if you’ll just weep when I’m gone
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| I’ll need no retaliatin' on these fake niggas' hood
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| Remember walk a nigga out to put your face in the drugs
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| Still chalk a nigga out after I fed him the one
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| I’m probably fucked already, still I try to pray for my young
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| In the field, wit (?) not a place you should come
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| We takin' chances, no romancin', never marry ya love
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| This shit a gamble 7−11 Ima roll the dice
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| If I had to do it over I would do the same twice
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| My nigga got into a shoot out last night
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| That wasn’t the first time the thirty clip saved his life
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| Now when you die funky you leave family that pay the price
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| They comin' through the slums with Katers in the middle of the night
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| We land sharks turned up off great white
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| They mobbin' like Jack they ain’t tryna be like mice
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| Stuck in the trap pushin' smack till the day like gamblin'
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| Don’t tell me how to fuckin' live my life
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| I don’t do this shit for fun, I’m makin' sure my sons alright
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| Battle with my demons all the time it’s a daily fight |