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

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

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

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

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
me mr. rogers or the neighbor dope-man
Still hustlin' hard, in-and-out of
Mama's bad boy, tryin' to run ant hill
bad cards been dealt
My auntie marie told my mamma that 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 hustlas do
Listen baby why you live that life
I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do
Listen baby you know you ain't livin'
Cause I'm a hustla, what hustlas do
baby

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Silkk some 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 tell her would be alright
But if the man let me make it tomorrow, I'll be that night
And when she hear she page me
Havin' nightmares that a nigga's pushin' up
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 lose his life
Who gives a damn, just another ghetto
Blame it on this rap shit that I
What these hoovies or this fucked up government
You didn't blame when he bombed iraq
Or when he ? ? ? for sellin' that crack
And it's sad to see a cry
It the beatin' of rodney king
Hit three-million to realize
That life in the ghetto shit
And oj wouldn't be on trial if it wasn't a bitch
I just kick the real, alot of don't know the deal
They wanted to beat tyson and tupac before went to jail
And it's sad to see this
Stars like jackson on trial now what's really happenin'
And ? ? ? be a joke
Anita hille, thomas now what's up folks
And no role models to up to
That's why niggas gangs and die for colors like red and blue
A bastard without 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 take me to my grave

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