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Hook:(2X) The same that going on The stalking Loud is talking The same shit's going on You know I it all before
It's cool to win but it's better to hate to lose There's one Nas by the hundred thousand use You lose money chasing women, lose, women chasing money Niggaz is broke, plus the is hungry Morgues of dead niggaz who is taking money Morgues full a niggaz who the last they ate in their stomach Spinach and Gortex bootprints on his face, it's still on his face we visit his wake Whatever's I do it Fight against a army one gun I use it Some suntou it on you like walking ammonia You far oppenents we can for the moments I stay in decietful With creeps with foul Attempted murder the basics Threatening the And relitives of dead it's the shit we live Queens thug matrimony a fony Bullets hit a crack in his Abercrombie Psycho analysts was me what happened to me See the got to be, then the gat got to me Then the homies on the block the stacks of money these beautiful bitches was bending backwards for me The put the rap game in the caskets slowly Man I give a fuck...
Hook:(2X) The shit's that going on The crackheads Loud is talking The same shit's going on You know I it all before
Ortiz:
Planet The land of the Handle turf Cannons a burst and breaks the wrists of amateur Scare me to hurting on your man and that I it ten times They get a small article never the in the lobby next to empty yack bottles Niggaz drunk talking shit when they see this mac nozzle But nothing ever Even if it do, ever happens We don't talk if that aint you yapping in the ghetto You can ask a mother what happened and get an echo When I'm it's so bad of ignorant mulfuckers with no dads Oh he did, but he don't care he nursing his dope hab And him and they mom argue he always throw jabs So they grip a mag And walk around like who choke tag Fiending to a head see through like a coke bag If your life's slightly something like the one that Joe had then (Ghetto) a peas, scoop cheese, duck D's and squeeze Breezing on hooptees, new Ortiz And the houchies please G's by gettin on knees a body part the scarecrow knee I'm living at the shit I write is from my heart, my word Simple your pocket grab a sharpy homie mark my words If anybody with me and these bucks I aint in a career, dawg, im beating you up I'm ghetto
Hook:(2X) The shit's that going on The crackheads Loud is talking The same shit's that on You I seen it all before