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I got this hook-up with a Jamaican, he got fire-fire Roll it up, it up, now everybody sky high Certain that you don't try Certain things you don't buy
Listen, live, never try to that fast sale 'Cause when you do, you be on Street making bail When you ride, you better ride Don't put no work in your Leaving stains in them jeans
We living life and hard knocks Some of y'all pushing weed, some of pushing straight rocks That's why we organized and run with a When I get the Caddy, I flip-flop some
Looking out for girls be trying to scheme Wipe out the fakes, start triple beam So if you a hustler, don't even cross that line When you get caught up, go and do your
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Now my brother me, Never sit with your back to the do' Re-up, not when you out but you start getting low Play your game, maintain and watch who you Look them laws dead in eyes And 'em you ain't seen a thing
Me and my on top, we run these blocks We pay the President, the government, plus dirty cops Pauly Calhoun, million dollar dreams Now the most, we represent the South Coast
With some utility trucks, blast 'Greatest Hit' Co-pilot, most dangerous mouth pit 'Cause we some hustling pros, never missing a And we'll match any price if you find it cheap Trump tight, hundred dollar bills Secrets than can kill, you can trust me, my lips are
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There's some rules on streets that we all go by on these streets that you don't buy Girls in these that you let walk by People on streets that you don't try
Location unknown somewhere in the Right back in the stack, fire burning goods Ain't nothing going on but sacking hay And stacking pape' Huh, we're up and we'll be on our way
See, the out the blocks is the left-overs We in a LX 470, trailed by a Rover Trying to figure out who's 12th snitching and this click And inside scoops got my partner pinched for a
See a hit, dog, I When it tight around the collar Never for a dollar of a Calhoun scholar
The rules, right know the rules it out
There's two things I was when I first got here East Point was nothing but a big dirt hill That when you fight one-on-one, pull a pistol And you never put your on a Calhoun sister
Now these the of things, you know that's right It's like extra-player points, so live life Now he said he heard my the other day when he was walking It really like I was rapping It was more I was talking
I said, "Well, damn, playboy, I don't to be bragging But your wasn't really sucking It was like she was gagging" Why he nagging? He ain't never showed no Man, every since I knew him, he always been a
So I to him and he wouldn't hit me 'Cause he knew I'd leave and back And have the whole East Point me So don't you for once he took my heart the table at my crib was a tree in his yard
There's some rules on these streets we all go by Dope on these streets that you buy in these streets that you let walk by People on these that you don't try
There's some rules on these streets we all go by Dope on these streets you don't buy Girls in these streets that you let by People on these that you don't try
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