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

[Slim
your lips and open your ears, for a change
You just might, some thangs
I don't understand your plan, let me get this
You broke, but you grinding all day and
You on the block pushing caine, with and a chain
I know, everybody wanna nice thangs
But mayn, you must think the game is a game
around and have yourself, catching a chain
Better stash you some cash, for a day mayn
only God knows, what tomorrow bring
Better listen, I'm trying to stop a lot of and pain
Cause on your ass, is a horrible thang
You better listen, I talk too shit too raw
Better learn the mistakes, of the Outlaw gang
I been there done that, fought won that
that and got it right back, you better listen

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

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

[Chris
You to quit talking 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 got the heart, and you's a scary body
Oh but I know, you don't me boy
It's gon 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 way, it's like I'm the only one that's reaching
While you keep leaching, you gon find yourself
Pumped up, and crashed
You must of forgot my nigga, future's my past
You oughtta listen, 'fore you up on your ass

- 2x]

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