| How i live
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| My michrophone is my outlet
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| To project my style and see how loud the crowd can get
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| No non-sence this is how you need to be livin
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| Dude this is the life we show improve on each and every move
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| We need some money smokeing bitches to clear our vision like visine
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| And a 40 of O-E for the I.V.
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| So gimmie gimmie cuz im livin for the fame
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| And i aint leavin till i get all that i can and then some
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| I see it tatted on ur back and ur arms
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| And im a static you a deal to throw whats killin ur moms
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| I know ur pops dont understand he thinks ur buildin a bomb because you sit up
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| in ur room and every word you sing along
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| And it seems every word comein outta ur mouth is raw
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| And the truth is they dont have a clue whats goin on
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| If they would just shut the fuck up give me a listen then they could hear it
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| all in my voice exactly how im livin
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| Thats how i live
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| Wildein on the streets that we live
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| Thats how i live
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| Tryin to take as much as i give
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| Thats how i live
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| Planttin fantasies in ur kids
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| Thats how i live
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| Dont be actin like you know who this is
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| (hats how i live)
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| How i live
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| Tinted windows on suv’s im smokein
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| Purchesed from grammer and words spoken
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| Uh hustla i was born and raised
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| With the knowlege that you gotta do what you gotta to get paid
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| Cant respect game
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| Ill see you on the grind
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| Same heart same passion its my three of a kind
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| Its TWIZTID and yuh boy proof from the dirty dozen this shit was destined to
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| happen dont ever say it wasnt
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| Please belive it we sit and re-think it
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| Spit flames just blow ur mind and re-heat it re-seaded
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| Slim nov for cons fifty knee beezy
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| And necro jigga its d tweezy
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| Tiwztid we bees the misfits
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| Keep squeezin bisquits
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| Street clean the district
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| This means restricted
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| Family nah ambity time
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| You cross one of them you cross me im layin you down
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| Affiliated with sum folks that most of yall aint really heard of its keepin me
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| secret just like a murder
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| With blurred vision im undercover like burn victims witta temper like a pitbull
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| waitin my turn sick em'
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| Lickin my chaps why you sit in the same spot like street sighns while i
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| resurect the whole east side
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| Thats how i live and you can love it or leave it
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| But for you to do what i do it’d take ur whole life to achieve it
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| My cousins from other mothers they dozens they brothers of us mother that icp
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| be feared recoverd that gang among us
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| Pac and big is the world
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| Wipein balde exhaust
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| Tryin to repair the damages and managin they j and ob
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| So wish to esham
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| Detroit in these palms
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| We tryin to get back to these local cats to point where there from
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| So i spit it how im in it a minute how i spit it forever walked in it lets get
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| it how we live it its good |