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(featuring Thug, Kyleon, Chris Ward & Dre Day)

Thug]
Close lips and open your ears, for a change
You might, learn some thangs
I understand your plan, let me get this right
You broke, but you all day and night
You on the block caine, with Jordan's and a chain
I know, everybody wanna nice thangs
But mayn, you must the dope game is a game
Fuck around and have yourself, a chain
stash you some cash, for a rainy day mayn
Cause God knows, what tomorrow bring
Better listen, I'm trying to stop a lot of and pain
Cause falling on your ass, is a horrible
You better listen, I talk too too raw explain
learn from the mistakes, of the Outlaw gang
I been there done that, fought won that
Lost that and got it right back, you listen

- 2x]
Quit being hard headed (yeah I you mayn)
Open your ears and just (yeah I hear you mayn)
Get off your ass and do something (yeah I you mayn)

It's than one way out here, to get that do'
It take a rocket scientist, to get that bro
You can get that fast, get that
Hit licks that grass, with that blow
Or with that pads, that flow
Or gamble with it, try to get mo'
not me, I refuse to lose
You either got it or you don't, and I refuse to
And candy I cruise, cause if I snooze I lose
And if I get out bad, I just use my tools
My mind and muscle, that helps me grind and
If it wasn't for this rap, I'd try to a hustle
Why niggaz sitting on behind, steady trying to hustle
24/7-3/65, my time to
I'd be a dealer out here, I got dimes and
Kyleon, is what really the hustle, just listen mayn

[Chris
You need to quit so much, for a minute and hush
Stop trying to throw down boy, why you in such a
You play the game, as if you got a flush
But if you cool off, you just might get touched
I grind against the grain, and brain like a crush
Cause for me to get mine, is a and a must
But listen, hustling ain't for
Especially if you ain't got the heart, and a scary body
Oh but I know, you don't me boy
gon take som'ing bad to happen, for you to feel me boy
But I'm so sick and tired, of and preaching
You ain't even meet me half way, it's I'm the only one that's reaching
While you keep leaching, you gon find yourself
Pumped up, wrecked and
You of forgot my nigga, your future's my past
You oughtta listen, you wind up on your ass

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[Sir
On how, I got cash
I sold zones mics, moved rocks and hash
I click pro long, had to get on these and mash
You want your do' long, try to hit these and mash
Be though, you got niggaz that watch your stash
And the you slip get off his hip, gon pop your ass
Get a cop a Tech, take your prize in the dash
We balling now, hit the lot put your ride on
You hard not heated, when you ride on glass
Left it at home, but you need it when you ride on
Knocked off your feet you weak, your boys slide on past
Had a high class bitch, now you with trash
Now you the hoodrat plumber, hoodrat lil' mama
Laid up with the slut, and caught the high five her
Now you lying like a plumber, sick broke and in
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