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Damn, these niggas ain't with that shit there man
Check out

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See I'm a g on the 24/7
Don't give a damn if I go to heaven
Us g's bad on the street
I hustle hard cause a nigga gotta eat

Cause ever gave me nothin' but a hard time
Two on my record and a scared mind

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

You what p, man you right
Cause if I live to see twenty-one, well I lived a

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And the p change
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 probably get my cap peeled
And I give a fuck
Still tryin' to make a fifteen cent out that ice cream truck

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Cause I'm a hustla, that's hustlas do
Listen why you wanna live that life
I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do
Listen you know you ain't livin' right
Cause I'm a hustla, that's what 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
her I'll be home, cause I don't want that cryin' shit
I wish I could tell her everything would be
But if the man let me make it tomorrow, be home that night
And when she hear shots she me
Havin' nightmares that a pushin' up daisies
Because I'm hangin' with these
She's tellin' me not to hang with my tru niggas

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

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