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Law #1: never the enemy
See a very important law
Law 2: if a man show a flaw, mean that flaw really exist
take it for granted never
Rule #3: make you never break it, never sleep where the sack at

I'm the hustler's
Feds giving back time for retribution, you snitching that excuses
Pain that's execution and thats my solution I got from stopping these rat niggas from moving
My a movie not a short film
Big budget Denzel Washington, Smith yeah
Scarface, Al Pacino, Godfather, Marlon
A word to the wise watch your niggas snakes in disguise
Meeting bitches off the Gram know they living and
heart never cried if I did it was blood
Little nigga big pride murder that's what it was and law

See if a
See you got that muthafuckin chip on your shoulder
And that big ass pistol and a nigga come
You gotta show a nigga you mean business you know what I'm

I'm fighting pain, fame, I never want to
I'm the same running with the gang
Still down to kill a nigga 'bout some petty a chain
You a million dollar nigga got to get that in your
Now get that in your brain, all about the aim
We savages we all the same
And it's the art of war like the art of hustle nigga
They looking for the goonies but I'm the nigga
I'm a like Durant
I got like Russell nigga
I lost a million to the I never trust another nigga
What if I sell a million records will that the code
Will my niggas try to betray me 'cause I they vultures
Will LA Reid see my vision, will he see me
me a better way to put my people on
Will my mama finally quit texting my phone
Kiss my daughter and my son 'em I'm coming home
my niggas put the pistols down I'm in the zone
I dropping nothing but gangsta shit on every song
And this the that they been waiting for forever long
gave my patna 30 years for talking on the phone
I had to his mama cry and tell her let's be strong
Imma hold him down he won't do all time alone
What if I wasn't a rapper the streets get annoyed
don't nobody tell it how I tell it and you know it
What if they say I changed 'cause I outside the box
What's I kept my plug number so I can get some blocks
18 wheeler full of cocaine I'm lots of dope
Not believing Mexican plugs fuck a
If you a star your telescope
These niggas high they on dope
Your favorite rapper broke
Cars leases they got notes
Houses got eviction notes and everybody already know
You and I'm factionated
You a million records I got millions of dollars
Who made it huh