All dem niggas there Fuck
I thought you knew us You know what we on this on rhyme Anybody Fuck all
We run the streets, come run my game We make paper, big paper, all day, it's a And we up on the quickness up the side of you Keep heat, big heat to drop on you Nigga we the streets hot just us and the cops And niggas die in shady spots hustlin rock money rule the world and girls, fly Did ya seen? Never, dreamless, these things That the world we live in what it is And though paper you would die It's a shame is real on these wheels Foes on a smoke weed Me and Bad and In an ice Big that let a nigga have to come out down Atlanta, go on, come out Hit the liquor store nigga used to run out up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin Bout
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Though we all wanna it up 'fo the lights go out in house No one is gon' get Fillin all doubts, and out Only when ya to take a loss Otherwise man get yours, 'cause light blast If the guns get cha It's to be the cancer Why ask You gonna believe his answer He it up and just about to get your chances It's a baby I've knowin, Trust of homage you could go Gats at close range or of my trust Only gave me one change, just us Who banging at the poppa Gangsta your G shit Makin dollar plans Pullin million scams It be a trillion man Fuck y'all, I'm gettin The world me sick I really wanna it up like I'm druck and didn't need, I wanna give it up I stay calm and composed with no doubts Throwing up Pound hollerin...
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We run these streets we all tryna live it up Mashin for dream and never will we give it up Puttin up nothin The world let us hear no fury Holla fuck 'em, rich with a big plan to touch 'em nothin Provin, movin I can a difference Any ??? 'll speak louder All that y'all jackin at gettin One of the two reasons I keep rappin It happened The so niggas don't know Sublime would open, how they dyin, I'm just Till I all my times boy, I hit the line Someone defy the law forgot what I was looking for Even though hard, you've still gotta go for yours Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some door Even though it's hard, you've gotta go for yours
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Hahaha, We run these And some big dope Smoke some, drink That's I'm talkin about
Still blastin at close ain't changed We the But we blast and to maintain Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, and Mr B-A-D Gang But we blast and mash to maintain on all y'all To my big homeboy up dogg? What Cha Talkin What Cha Bout Cha Talkin Bout