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Damn, these ain't come with that shit there man
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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 gotta hustle hard a nigga gotta eat

Cause nobody ever gave me 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 killin'
I know it's sad but I gotta pay the
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. or the neighbor dope-man
Still hustlin' hard, in-and-out of
Mama's bad boy, to run that ant hill
Some bad cards dealt
My auntie marie told my mamma I'll probably get my cap peeled
And I give a fuck
tryin' to make a dollar fifteen cent out that ice cream truck

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Cause I'm a hustla, that's hustlas do
Listen baby why you wanna that life
Cause I'm a hustla, that's hustlas do
Listen baby you know you ain't livin'
Cause I'm a hustla, what 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
I be leavin' the house, I be lyin' to my chick
Tell her I'll be home, cause I don't want that shit
I wish I tell her everything would be alright
But if the man let me make it tomorrow, I'll be that night
And when she shots she page me
Havin' that a nigga's 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, just another life
Blame it on this rap shit I spit
What about these hoovies or this up government
You didn't blame bush when he iraq
Or when he ? ? ? for sellin' that crack
And it's sad to see a cry
It took the beatin' of king
Hit dollars to realize
That life in the ghetto ain't
And oj wouldn't be on trial if it wasn't a white
I kick the real, alot of people don't know the deal
They to beat tyson and tupac before that went to jail
And sad to see this happen
Stars like jackson on trial now what's 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 without a father
I'm not 1, but just another young nigga
Tryin' to on the grind, make a loaf of bread
Even though these penetentiary chances gonna me to my grave

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