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Yo, it's 3:25 in the
My baby mom still
my little daughter on the forehead
'nuf said, goes off
Five hundred, it's busta
In God we another one bites the dust

Hey ramp, that!
I was to see this cat
Some niggas up in a black suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is
Aeiyo, ramp, yo, you know only right to react
the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, bust, chill, calm
I'll be in twenty minutes
1-51 at st. nick
I'm quick
I tell my baby mom I to go
I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the
through south, yo, we takin' niggas war
on the run
Always running for cover when it's
I'm out for now
But all that is temporary
Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get
If your violatin', leavin you lost, you be found
Number whatever on persons
Any minute them niggas gon' blast of my squads gats bursting
I through the bridge
In my fat with my two nines and my mans
I'ma second from the
I cross the from the parking lot
My trigger is hot
I'm bust in a phone booth
on the roofs
Spiff is in the range
The change
Lord's in the forerunner with guns, big ones
Now we to have mad fun
Me and the whole meet up,
Know shit about to up
Went the whole street up
Blast the car seat-er
My enemies wouldn't even be you
I see you, me down
I knowing that my arrive
We gon' see who be the alive
we creep all over the place
Looking for
In case, see him, rinse my clip up in his face
As my hold they post down
We patiently for them to pass through
timing the way we put it on their whole crew
Aeiyo, give me the queue
I'm here for you, to you
Blood in and out
We goin' all out, bullets just out
Guns is just out
Yo bust, hit the dirt
You my nigga to the end I gotcha
Turn quick
Oh shit!
You blasting, grazed me on the hip
have mercy dumped five on a nigga
Suck his whole shit, his crew busting
Shit going according to plan
Goddamn, my jam
Nigga right behind me
I I'm caught up on a creep
I think I need to prayer to lord, my soul to
Dis about to fry my head
My crew burst a rage
Spliff lifted this nigga, putting two inside his rib
Yo,
Aeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I'm
We dead three niggas already the two we leaving bloody
So much over this fucking money
The way situation end it wasn't even funny
Trying to rob this nigga I was fucking hungry
But if you try to test let's blast a nigga in a
Me and my squad bounce and left the fucking ugly

[anthony hamilton & the generation]:
Things we be for money
Livin' in the when you're hungry
The way you start to live it funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't for tomorrow
Things we be for money
in the street when you're hungry
The way you to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't live for

Things we be doin' for
Livin' in the street when you're
The way you start to live it funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't live for