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

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

["Infrared on all straps" sample

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

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]

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

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]