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

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See I'm a g on the grind
Don't give a if I don't go to heaven
Us g's bad on the street
I gotta hustle hard cause a gotta eat

Cause nobody ever gave me but a hard time
Two strikes on my record and a mind

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

You know 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. or the neighbor dope-man
Still hard, in-and-out of jail
Mama's bad boy, tryin' to run that ant
Some bad cards dealt
My auntie told my mamma that I'll probably get my cap peeled
And I don't a fuck
Still tryin' to make a dollar fifteen cent out ice cream truck

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

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 tell her everything would be alright
But if the man let me make it tomorrow, I'll be home night
And when she hear shots she me
Havin' that a nigga's pushin' up daisies
Because I'm hangin' with these
She's always tellin' me not to hang my tru niggas

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

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