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And cocked, but now the clip's ready to peel on a punk
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Why'all niggaz better run, we ready for war
This ain't no game we off the chain,
nothing they can get the fuck from round
Give an inch they take a mile them two cents start adding up
Giving they opinion no facts to back it up
Now they
money nigga
You know, Dollas and some cents and shit.
Praying for the day where I can ice my wrist and crucifix.
Come to the lord!
On Sunday by Monday I'm
vocation
Motivations been lackin' dangerous, I'm not okay with it
Got a place in it, gotta stay spittin', but I'm way different
When I'm graced by the fame
might've went over your head, I be thinking different (man, different)
I bought real estate before I went and bought the Bent'
I had stood ten toes when
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
F*ck a friend it's only fam if you by my side
Forgin different paths, mergin different lanes
Think we came all this way just to stay the same?
Put in
[Chorus:]
Got you on my mind, in my
Heart all the time, I want you
By my side and I want you
Close, you being far away
Got me feeling like a ghost
money, I wanna post it I be tweaking
Niggas telling on they self then think they got them for no reason
Niggas fall down by they self then ask for help,
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
it home (that did not make it home, gang)
Traumatized by the block, I gotta think a lot (yeah)
Thug stimulate your mind, I'm on some ventin' shit
little nigga, tell em
How you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas
Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member
I had a 10 speed
was, "CO, I'm hit"
They caught him slippin
Lord forgive him, robbed the dice game
Bought a 100 suit's
Had the joint on 'em, ten flights
Threw 'em off
Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Mm
Oh
It was 3 AM
Oh
And I remember
I remember
I remember it was 3 AM
Didn't have no damn sense of where I was
Didn't have no damn cents couldn't
crack is wrong, god forgive me for my sins
I bust my mack ten and them claps I'm spinnin' in
[Chorus]
We different, you can call us the Murdera's
We
Ion give a fuck about a bitch
Squad on go
Can't trust no hoe
Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents
No, these hoes don't make no sense
Fuck what
around your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm
catching a dime
Living' day by day, I think I'll be fine
I think I'll be fine
Latched to my mind
Seem like every day I'm wasting my time
Glad today's the day
New Money yea yea
Can't tell me shit
Keep ya 2 cents
Can't tell me shit
If you working like im working
Can't tell me shit
I've been working overtime
mane
X-games, now she do tricks when we sexing, aye
In the morning first thing I do is roll up, then I think of you
And all I wanna do, to you, when I
I remember them days I was hustling
I was kicking in doors for a couple cents
That bitch hoed me I think I can't trust again
NTL Be the gang bitch
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