| Can I live 'til my last day?
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| Hittin' honies that be na-sty
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| Gettin' money in the fast way
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| And I only care halfway
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| But I still can’t let you pass me
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| Yo what’s beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
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| That ain’t shit compared to one small cat with gats
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| When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
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| Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
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| When we do our shit we do our shit for real
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| While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
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| Compose your own sheets, that’s aight but chill
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| I’ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
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| Rock top shit you know how The LOX get
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| Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit
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| LOX and B-I, hold our grica down for years
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| Gang not, but we been had our black tears
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| Niggas under the stairs only understand what we got
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| Underground, all above must get shot
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| You couldn’t book me Dano, Sheek Luciano put the burners
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| To all y’all, what nigga bring it I’m callin' y’all
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| You already know what it’s about when I run up in your house
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| Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
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| Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
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| I give this faggot a french kiss
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| Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
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| Word on the street they ain’t heard from him since
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| You know about life after kickin' the kid in
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| Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
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| Scri-dam, the flow is forbidden
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| Either you ridin' or you dyin' 'cause we swingin' iron
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| LOX and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
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| Who gon' stop us? |
| Your last joint double copper
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| You gettin' money or you’re runnin' from the Feds
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| Ain’t nothin' over here but 16 with one in the head
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| And I solemnly swear
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| That all y’all niggas out there got a problem this year
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| Can I live 'til my last day?
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| Hittin' honies that be na-sty
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| Gettin' money in the fast way
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| And I only care halfway
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| But I still can’t let you pass me
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| Can I live 'til my last day?
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| Hittin' honies that be na-sty
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| Gettin' money in the fast way
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| And I only care halfway
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| But I still can’t let you pass me
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| Before you think of keepin' me down, heatin' me down
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| The flow like water get deep and you drown
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| With no soul, many niggas roll with no goal
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| Even the small gun got a little black hole
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| Your destiny is something you can never figure out
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| Niggas is never happy 'til there’s blood up in your mouth
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| There’s a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame
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| There’s a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
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| Live with it got money you better give with it
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| My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
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| Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
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| Advice from the wise, slice the pies
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| Too many schemes devised when dreams collide
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| Teams provide war for the street to absorb
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| You stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
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| Only a blind thug’ll fall in love with a whore
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| Uhh, uhh, uhh
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| Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
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| My Desert E’s make MC’s freeze
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| You wakin' up in cold sweats, they just dreams
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| You still apologizin'
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| Analyzin', my size and your size and
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| Realizin', a fist fight would be asinine
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| You just pop wines, I must pop nines
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| Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
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| You’re shook up, two bricks, every cook up
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| We can hook up, all I see is the future
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| Disrespect, I shoot ya
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| By the way, them bricks get flipped weekly
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| Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
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| Die for a dollar, nigga, life ain’t sweet
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| Play for keeps, wet shirts with experts on the creep
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| Our beef is my fiancé, about to marry it
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| Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
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| Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
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| Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
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| My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
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| Fuck around and get an ulcer, loose your pulse or
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| Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
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| For them homos, still doin' promos
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| Break both your legs you’re movin' slow-mo
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| Got shine to glow mo'
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| Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need four mo'
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| Can I live 'til my last day?
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| Hittin' honies that be na-sty
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| Gettin' money in the fast way
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| And I only care halfway
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| But I still can’t let you pass me
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| Can I live 'til my last day?
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| Hittin' honies that be na-sty
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| Gettin' money in the fast way
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| And I only care halfway
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| But I still can’t let you pass me
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| Can I live 'til my last day?
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| Hittin' honies that be na-sty
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| Gettin' money in the fast way
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| And I only care halfway
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| But I still can’t let you pass me |