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Damn, these niggas ain't come with that shit man
Check 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 gave me nothin' but a time
Two strikes on my record and a mind

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

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

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And the p change
Call me mr. rogers or the dope-man
Still hustlin' hard, of jail
Mama's bad boy, tryin' to run ant hill
Some bad cards dealt
My auntie marie my mamma that I'll probably get my cap peeled
And I give a fuck
Still tryin' to make a dollar cent out that ice cream truck

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

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Silkk kick some

I'll be to

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Fool, why you live you live

Cause I to
When I be leavin' the house, I be lyin' to my
Tell her I'll be home, cause I don't want that cryin'
I wish I could tell her everything be alright
But if the man let me make it tomorrow, I'll be home that
And when she shots she page me
Havin' nightmares that a pushin' up daisies
Because I'm with these killas
She's always tellin' me not to hang my tru niggas

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Young in the hood lose his life
Who a damn, just another ghetto life
Blame it on this rap shit that I
What about these or this fucked up government
You blame bush when he bombed iraq
Or noreaga when he ? ? ? for sellin' crack
And sad to see a mother cry
It took the beatin' of king
Hit dollars to realize
That life in the ain't shit
And oj wouldn't be on trial if it a white bitch
I just kick the real, of people don't know the deal
They wanted to beat tyson and tupac before that to jail
And it's sad to see happen
Stars like michael jackson on trial now really happenin'
And ? ? ? must be a
Anita hille, clarence now what's up folks
And no role to look up to
That's why niggas form and die for colors like red and blue
A bastard child a father figure
I'm not spice 1, but just another nigga
Tryin' to on the grind, make a loaf of bread
Even though these penetentiary chances gonna take me to my

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