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Damn, these niggas ain't come with that there 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 hustle hard cause 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, by miss daisy
Sellin' dope to all these motherfuckers and killin'
I it's sad but I gotta pay the bills
Who gives a fuck about me or jill

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

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And the p change
Call me mr. or the neighbor dope-man
hustlin' hard, in-and-out of jail
Mama's bad boy, tryin' to run ant hill
Some bad been dealt
My auntie marie told my that I'll probably get my cap peeled
And I don't give a
Still tryin' to a dollar fifteen cent out that ice cream truck

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Cause I'm a hustla, that's what do
Listen baby why you wanna live that
Cause I'm a hustla, 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
I be leavin' the house, I be lyin' to my chick
Tell her I'll be home, cause I don't that cryin' shit
I wish I could tell her everything be alright
But if the man let me make it tomorrow, be home that night
And she hear shots she page me
Havin' nightmares that a nigga's up daisies
I'm hangin' with these killas
She's always tellin' me not to with my tru niggas

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Young in the hood lose his life
Who gives a damn, just ghetto life
Blame it on this rap shit I spit
What about these hoovies or this fucked up
You blame bush when he bombed iraq
Or noreaga when he ? ? ? for sellin' that
And it's sad to see a cry
It took the beatin' of king
Hit three-million dollars to
That life in the ghetto shit
And oj wouldn't be on trial if it a white bitch
I just kick the real, alot of people know the deal
They wanted to beat tyson and before that went to jail
And it's sad to see this
Stars michael jackson on trial now what's really happenin'
And ? ? ? be a joke
hille, clarence thomas 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 a father figure
I'm not spice 1, but another young nigga
Tryin' to on the grind, make a loaf of bread
Even though these penetentiary gonna take me to my grave

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