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See we thugged out for a reason
ain't thuggin, because, they like the look nigga
Or like to be on these streets nigga
Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea where I'm
Ca$hville, nigga

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I had to step back and regroup myself, employees
And see how much juice was left cause came for me
Revolvers to fullies my ki' movings
game from Baby watchin old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go this platinum uzi
To keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the choosin
refusin feel that heat first, shit gets deeper
See when we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo'
The job is when you get 911's
Receivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' all alone
My attitude can quickly change
Heads get open like Priest when he poppin bottles
No models to look up to when you ghetto raised
Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different
Trade deuce 57 and get yourself two K's
Then let a nigga know how much mo' you made in two

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]

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How can a nigga blame another nigga for the way he would
His operation led to destination under
Some niggaz playin me are scared to stand behind their steel
Shake up and break up was organized for years
tears, when white folks hand a nigga a L
Ball up and fuck all up a mail
Beeper reportin low, you put in a Duracell
Put it in your mind, cause the first sign they on the trail
Where I dwell, there's plenty shit be hard to tell
who doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the
When you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo'
Now you to the projects, shit out here gettin real
lackin they skills and they street smart
Ain't no sunshine playboy, they life
It one star, one car, one nigga who made it far
One thug, one and it's life behind bars

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]

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

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