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See we thugged out for a reason
Niggaz thuggin, because, they like the look nigga
Or like to be on these streets nigga
Nigga we thuggin we gotta eat out'chea where I'm from
Ca$hville, gangsters

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I had to step back and regroup myself, employees
And see how juice was left cause niggaz came for me
Revolvers to fullies increasin my ki'
Soakin game Baby watchin old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go with this uzi
To keep you bitches losin 'round time when the jackers choosin
Niggaz refusin feel that heat first, shit gets
See when we beef we make yo' hurt, check yo' beeper
The job is done when you get
Receivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' all alone
My attitude can change potnah
Heads get bust open like Priest he poppin bottles
No models to look up to when you ghetto raised
Leavin no clues, stack in different ways
Trade that deuce 57 and get two K's
Then let a nigga know how much mo' you in two days

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How can a nigga blame another nigga for the way he plan
His led to destination under sand
Some niggaz playin with me are scared to stand behind steel
Shake up and up what was organized for years
Shed tears, when white folks hand a a L
up and fuck all up a nigga mail
Beeper reportin low, you put in a Duracell
Put it in your mind, cause that's the sign they on the trail
I dwell, there's plenty money shit be hard to tell
who doin the yap yappin so they up the cells
you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' bills
Now you back to the projects, shit out gettin real
Somebody lackin they skills and they smart
no sunshine playboy, they life dark
It takes one star, one car, one who made it far
One thug, one grudge and it's life bars

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I stand all man nigga, though a in age
I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get
want you in the shade but when you come out and shine
then it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine?
I never signed a line, therefore just let me be
T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the peak
I might as just speak, for the soldiers with Buck
Load artillery, prepare to put your guns up
You it'll get to this, Bowre told me it would
Said it's all good no more, puttin on black hood
Still the same frustration that stay beatin my
If it ain't one of these bitches these niggaz won't test
A meal ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm for
And in my quest for chips, there's some shit you ignore
So I load up the 4, if you want it let it be
All fake niggaz tryin to be just like me

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