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I ain't from nuthin', I'm young, wild, crazy and disgustin'
Better me 'cuz I'm coming with a oven by my stomach
I'm scramblin' for the money, tape ya up like a
Call ya people and tell 'em I need 50 for dummy
I'm runnin', hidin' and duckin', stuntin', ridin' and
Dumpin' fire and bustin', lovin', and lustin'
Stealin', killin' and rapin', runnin', and chasin'
Strugglin', hustin' to make, get it, got it, I it

Watch ya Chevy mister move ya miss
I tote heavy pistols and man, they burst quick
It's too late to hesitate, I was told there'd be days
But shit that was yesterday and still I ate
But dog that's how ya labor when ya a thug
niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood
Can't hide it though, I represent the 17th Carroll ton Holly
That's my

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya
drops on dubs
We gon' by that

Make the snitches a cut
pistol nigga what
Hit the and open up
We die by that

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya
Ride drops on
We live by that

the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga
Hit the block and up
We die by that

We raised up lookin' at and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some
Got us a fire connect and off
Got jammed with this broad that cars
Wasn't tryin' to the game, just be in it
Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3
Snatch all the hoes and and ree' tennis
Niggas survive the shit that we been in

niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for class and hookie
Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay
couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
Ya either be 'bout it or and keep truckin'
Police drew and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and by it

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya in ya gloves
Ride drops on
We gon' live by

Make the catch a cut
Soldier pistol what
Hit the and open up
We gon' die by

If war ever came we held the fort
Back, slowed up, we and sold pound
Stayed on point to make more green
Get our stash away from fiends
had a habit, he supplied his own
Always stay hot 'cuz we ride with
We kept a little work for the ki's and
Crowds draw heat so we alone

We learned how to keep our mouth closed and
other motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all the clock
We hustlin' of course in the spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't
Shit kept comin' so we made more
Police drew causes and to cross lines
We stuck to the we lived and died by it

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya in ya gloves
Ride on dubs
We gon' by that

the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol what
Hit the and open up
We die by that

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya
Ride on dubs
We gon' live by

Make the catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga
Hit the and open up
We gon' die by