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After ditchin' an' dodgin' the I found myself in South All by myself an' runnin' the block hustlin' an' slangin' them Perkin' an' listen to pac locations an' spots an' cleanin' my glocks Cookin' an' throwin' pots an' orderin' chops Sewin' an' up cock Scheming an' my knots Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas 'em up An' 'em watch me fuck they botch Servin' flour in a I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done out it's heavy I'm hurtin' Two nights ago ran upon the person Pulled out his and aimed it fo' my head it hit me in my leg burstin' Who got a Can't go see a surgeon cause I on medicaid or should I say medical I'm in this pal for sometime Now I been wanted for a while Somebody dropped a dime an' I was rings]
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out Gotta git it, git gone, git on out Gotta git it, git gone, git on out Gotta git it, git gone, git on out The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the the races My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
The the hounds the bussies Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be nigga Stressin' poppin' Takin' more than anti-depressants I got the Tryin' to get away from them and pheasants teachin' lessons Got mo' scrilla' than I done blessings Since I was the smithins the slugs the wessons block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 them 7's Ya get mopped as far as I neva been no sucka in life an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice Fuckin' around when they me down to be exact On the streets I'm nothin' but up in I'm dat act
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