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P Talking]
I'm out here hustlin' get mine, but imagine
You know
I mean, society treat me I'm a insect
I'm from? You know what I'm sayin?
Mama wasn't there, wasn't there, I had to get out
Ha Ha

and get it how I live. ya heard me?

Mama gone, wasn't home
We that thug life, I mean that drug life
Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the
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Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I I'm alright
I got my own paper, I learned to shake a
And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, weed
I'm high tech, got computers in the
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, New Orleans
You know I'm ballin, callin
You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha
One up in the chamber, slang iron, you know I don't fight
City of that china white, I got my game
Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla
Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa
Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo damp
that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps
Cause tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittas
You know you wit fire, now you gone fall hitta

P]
I'm not a doctor, blocker
I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo gristle
me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle
I see a Vic in the hood, I short ya
Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I up
Now get the car whodi, time to gas up
I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun
change my life but I'm back, to doin the same thang
Penitentiary bounded, but grounded
Seven years later, I'm smilin and frownin

until end