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Damn, these ain't come with that shit there man
this out

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See I'm a g on the grind
Don't a damn if I don't go to heaven
Us g's live bad on the
I gotta hard cause a nigga gotta eat

Cause nobody ever me nothin' but a hard time
Two on my record and a scared mind

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So I'm crazy, drive by miss
Sellin' dope to all these motherfuckers and babies
I it's sad but I gotta pay the bills
Who gives a about me jack or jill

You know p, man you right
Cause if I live to see twenty-one, well I a long-life

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And the p won't
Call me mr. rogers or the dope-man
Still hustlin' hard, in-and-out of
bad boy, tryin' to run that ant hill
Some bad cards been
My auntie marie told my mamma that I'll probably get my cap
And I don't a fuck
Still tryin' to make a dollar fifteen cent out that ice truck

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Cause I'm a hustla, that's what do
Listen baby why you live that life
Cause I'm a hustla, that's hustlas do
Listen baby you you ain't livin' right
Cause I'm a hustla, what hustlas do
Listen

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Silkk kick shit

I'll be to

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Fool, why you live you live

Cause I to
When I be the house, I be lyin' to my chick
Tell her I'll be home, I don't want that cryin' shit
I wish I could her everything would be alright
But if the man let me it tomorrow, I'll be home that night
And when she hear she page me
nightmares that a nigga's pushin' up daisies
Because I'm hangin' with these
always tellin' me not to hang with my tru niggas

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Young brother in the hood his life
Who gives a damn, just ghetto life
Blame it on rap shit that I spit
What these hoovies or this fucked up government
You didn't blame bush he bombed iraq
Or noreaga when he ? ? ? for that crack
And it's sad to see a cry
It took the beatin' of king
Hit three-million to realize
That in the ghetto ain't shit
And oj be on trial if it wasn't a white bitch
I just kick the real, of people don't know the deal
They wanted to beat tyson and tupac that went to jail
And it's sad to see happen
Stars like michael jackson on trial now what's really
And ? ? ? must be a
Anita hille, thomas now what's up folks
And no role models to up to
why niggas form gangs and die for colors like red and blue
A child without a father figure
I'm not spice 1, but just young nigga
Tryin' to on the grind, make a loaf of bread
Even though these chances gonna take me to my grave

Why you live that life, I'm missing you baby
You know you ain't right
It ain't no to these tru niggas hustling
Why you wanna live that life, I'm you baby
You know you ain't right