| I don’t give a fuck what y’all haters do, I’ma get thug money
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| Hustler now, there with my crew, ain’t nothin like thug money
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| First of the month, fiends' checks is due, gotta get thug money
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| Hustler now, there with my crew, ain’t nothin like thug money
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| Thug niggas drink bottles of XO and Christie
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| Fuck whiskey long as chicks be givin me headshots like Lewinsky
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| My click be extra tipsy, thuggin in a 4.6 v
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| Three TV’s, DVD’s and PlayStation, who’s fuckin with me?
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| Personally, you gotta be gold, platinum, pimpin or either hustlin ki’s
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| To even be puffin my weed
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| Fuckin with me is gettin hauled, tied, stuffed in a tree
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| With dynamite stuck to your feet
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| It’s rough in the street, muthafuckas get touched in the street
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| I got these faggot rappers clutchin they heat
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| Cause ain’t no discussin a beef
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| Actions speaks louder than words
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| Recipes for niggas secret ???
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| Niggas get served with the Mossberg
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| 'Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump'
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| Leavin muthafuckas slump
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| Niggas get dumped like blunt ashes
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| I got these faggots takin thug classes
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| Smokin hash and gettin they ass tatted
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| Got the padded calabasses, right next to Dre
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| My niggas came a long way from bein on section 8
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| While featherweights hesitate my money escalate
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| Make moves in every state, got 20's on the Escalade
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| I smoke everyday, drink Louis XIII
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| More platinum teeth than platinum jewerly, enough to hurt me
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| My Iceberg dreams, rock brim hats and Moschino
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| I’m like Nino plus shoot craps and hit Casinos
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| 10 g’s in chips tryin to break shit up
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| My necklace stay lit up, my Rolex stay chipped up
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| My vehicle’s rimmed up, drink Christie till I’m pissy drunk with hicups
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| I used to dump on niggas, hit stick-up's
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| So many bricks got cooked up, ghetto pusher fuckin ghetto sisters
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| Now I eats models out their pedal pushers
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| For my thug niggas hustlin crack
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| Yukmouth, Kool G Rap — what’s fuckin with that?
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| Holler back, bitch
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| A paid thug nigga known to lay rugs, bust a 8 snub
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| Crushed grape bub, pop a $ 200 plate grub
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| Gorilla family booty shake clubs
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| Nothing but ape love, I got yours and take it in blood
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| Nigga, you got mines to take it in slugs
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| Rearrange the shape of your mug
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| Hit you with a shake and a hug
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| Then lay you down for a cake of the drugs
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| Dirty money, cover the paper with mud
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| Dig in your pigeon while we caper the scrub
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| Nigga, you nothin but a snake in a bud
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| G Rap and Yukmouth’ll get you tossed out and struck out
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| Nigga, you lucked out, we plushed out
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| Platinum flushed out, got niggas trippin like a bus route
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| Holdin hammers but not ready to bust out
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| Get tossed out steppin to these, weaponry like Vietnamese
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| Sweatin the gees, get wet in the knees
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| Left in the trees east and the west, we rep a breeze
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| Till the death we keep it stress-free
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| But very daily hold the heavy shit inside of Chevy’s
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| Plannnin your death over spaghetti
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| We target-ready, turn your mind in confetti
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| Flippin the most, fully-loaded clip in the toast
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| Pour a tall glass of Cris and we toast
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| Couple of hollers, grip and rip on a coast
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| Couple of chickens with our dick in they throats
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| Bitches strippin on boats, niggas trickin they notes
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| All the chips that we gross, millionaire status
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| Mafia marriage, nigga that’s out for carats like rabbits
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| Stuff the wall safe with stacks of cabbage
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| Put a gat in back of your cabbage
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| You livin lavish, nigga, give up the package
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| Got a clique of niggas livin savage
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| Troubled kids and bastards
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| Out of your average, ??? |
| danger and hazards
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| Young gun niggas that strap the ratchet
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| Lay you back inside of a casket
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| Put you in plastic, stretch you like elastic
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| When the Mac hit it burn like acid
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| You do Hail Mary’s like you was Catholic
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| Need a priest, nigga, to chat with |