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Damn, these niggas come with that shit there man
Check out

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See I'm a g on the grind
Don't give a damn if I don't go to
Us g's live bad on the
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' to all these motherfuckers and killin' 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
if I live to see twenty-one, well I lived a long-life

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

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Cause I'm a hustla, that's what do
Listen baby why you wanna that life
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 like you live

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

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

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