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

One]
I had to step back and myself, overlook employees
And see how much juice was cause niggaz came for me
Revolvers to increasin my ki' movings
Soakin from Baby watchin old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go this platinum uzi
To keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers
Niggaz refusin feel that first, shit gets deeper
See when we we make yo' street hurt, check yo' beeper
The job is done you get 911's
Receivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all
My can quickly change potnah
Heads get bust open Priest when he poppin bottles
No role models to look up to you ghetto raised
Leavin no clues, revenues in different ways
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]

Two]
How can a blame another nigga for the way he would plan
His operation led to under sand
niggaz playin with me are scared to stand behind their steel
Shake up and break up was organized for years
Shed tears, when white hand a nigga a L
Ball up and all up a nigga mail
Beeper reportin low, you put in a Duracell
Put it in your mind, cause that's the first they on the trail
Where I dwell, there's plenty money be hard to tell
who doin the yap yappin so tappin up the cells
When you lived on the hill, was late payin yo' bills
Now you to the projects, shit out here gettin real
Somebody lackin they skills and they smart
Ain't no sunshine playboy, they dark
It one star, one car, one nigga who made it far
One thug, one grudge and it's behind bars

["Infrared on all straps" sample

[Verse
I all man nigga, though 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 mine?
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 just speak, for the soldiers Buck
Load your artillery, to put your guns up
You it'll get to this, Bowre told me it would
Said all good no more, puttin on your black hood
Still the same frustration stay beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these bitches then niggaz won't test
A ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm shootin for
And in my for chips, there's some shit you can't ignore
So I load up the 4, if you want it let it be
All these fake niggaz to be just like me

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]