It's one in the same as muscle, you're a great hustler, ya And you gotta keep it all the time, man You ain't even gotta it G You got too many gangsters on your team you (CyHi!) What's crazy, is real live It don't be no dope on Sundays, or that's when them folks sliding through Them they days, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays So you either pick yo days or pick yo right, cuz Shit, nigga up and be lost People straight just moving and All you gotta do is sure that shit hit that safe And you gon have a roll to put in
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I'm from the home of the Georgia We had to call Meech if you wanted to keys Our blow was from Miami (whew!) the Florida breeze Got a Zo' pound and it down to all quarter P's Don't run off with the pack, my nigga, we used to thieves Immigrant killers, huh, I think Portuguese And y'all lookin' like sittin' ducks just a porch of geese At 17, I was on the run a fugitive All he me was game and I kept it like it a souvenir I swear I seen them things come, whiter some new veneers I was supposed to be in school, I think it's like my junior Cadillac DeVille, he said, "Remember three rules First you need a tool and if you pull it, shoot to kill Never where you lay, don't bring that work to the crib Clique full of killers, means you got a weak crew You some corporate gangsters, Just can't have a bunch of street Never but I can call 'em if I need to My homies was crippin' so hard, all eat is seafood Had a named Bellow, he used to teach me Kung-Fu It was ironic 'cause I had to him Sifu Boy I'm dope, you should put the on the teaspoon All I know is drug-lords, kingpins, cats I'm all of them niggas rehab Fuck around and relapse when I hear beat slap Just on Briarcliff Road alone, I was servin' three traps I was in the game, I'm talkin' to my knee caps If a was a mile, I just served a nigga three laps I be nervous when I rap cause I be the beat tap-pin' You and your dogs is all bark, I'm talkin' sap
Dig this, man man like steel sharpens steel, understand me? Check out cuz, every nigga think he the slickest thing moving he gets washed in the game
Get your and get out the game (get money!) Get your and get out the game Get money and get out the game (get money!) Get your money (dollar, bill!)
Yeah, Godfathers, top shotters, robbers Outsiders, box riders, God got us Chargers, mob daughters, trap houses Fly swatters, dough stoppers, got Know mobsters who love murder, soccer talker, put in work, night walker Might off ya, good shooter, propper Dice dropper, street ties, white I done it all, I was taught by the mob When you stop behind the car, yourself another car length Can't let 'em box you in, that's how they did Pac Only trust your as far as you can toss them And you ain't a boss if you ever took a loss, pimp When you in the club leave your on the car rim My OG's done retired, that's why the police never them So get your and get out, that's the lost gem
See this shit ain't got no for nobody You niggas think you poppin' right You better have a plan Put these fools up on this, There's only ways out this shit Dead, jail or get your hustle on I'm car-washes, barbershops, real-estate App-stores, gyms, juice, clubs, shops Studios, me?
Get money and get out the game (get money!) Get your and get out the game Get your and get out the game (get money!) Get your money (dollar, bill!)