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

Hey ramp, that!
I was to see this cat
Some pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we over the gat
The way them tried to play me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, ramp, yo, you know it's only to react
Call the whole squad, let's lay niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, bust, chill, calm
I'll be there in minutes
Uptown at st. nick
I'm there
I tell my mom I got's to go
I out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo'
Driving south, yo, we takin' niggas war
on the run
Always running for cover when necessary
I'm out for now
But all that is temporary
with the wrong clik, the way we get down
If your violatin', leavin you lost, you be found
Number whatever on missing
Any minute them niggas gon' feel blast of my squads gats
I through the bridge
In my fat with my two nines and my mans
I'ma from the spot
I cross the street from the lot
My finger is hot
I'm bust in a phone booth
Niggas on the
Spiff is in the range
The atmosphere
Lord's in the forerunner with guns, big ones
Now we to have mad fun
Me and the whole meet up,
Know about to heat up
Went the whole entire up
Blast the car seat-er
My enemies wouldn't even be you
I see you, hunting me
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 whole clip up in his
As my hold they post down
We waiting for them to pass through
Carefully timing the way we put it on their crew
Aeiyo, bust me the queue
I'm for you, close to you
in and blood out
We goin' all out, bullets ringing out
Guns is just out
Yo bust, hit the layflat
You my to the end I gotcha back
Turn quick
Oh shit!
You blasting, grazed me on the hip
have mercy dumped five on a nigga
Suck his whole shit, his whole crew
Shit ain't according to plan
Goddamn, my jam
Nigga right behind me
I think I'm up on a creep
I I need to prayer to lord, my soul to keep
Dis nigga to fry my head
My crew burst into a
Spliff lifted nigga, putting two inside his rib cage
Yo,
Aeiyo, I see them coming, now I'm dumbing
We dead three niggas already the next two we bloody
So drama over this fucking money
The way this situation end it even funny
Trying to rob this nigga I was fucking hungry
But if you try to test blast a nigga in a hurry
Me and my squad and left the fucking scene ugly

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

Things we be doin' for
Livin' in the when you're hungry
The way you start to live it funny, no, no
Living day to day but live for tomorrow