[talking]
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Yeah, nigga gangsta shit
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See what a nigga gotta realize is
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That a nigga, really don't like doing what he do
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But fast cash, is more addictive than crack itself, you feel me
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[Hook]
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If I could then I would, stop slanging caine
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Cause I know, that I should
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But everytime I try, it's like I'm back in the hood
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And everytime I sleep, I dream my Lac's fill with wood
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I can't help it, nigga I'm a gangsta
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[Lil' O]
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All I do is gangsta shit
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Go to work grab the four, spank the brick
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All I do is hit stangs and licks, push cocaine and whip
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I'm off the chain, like a dangerous pit
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So you know the Fat Rat, gon stuff his face
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Bleed the block nonstop, till I bust my safe
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All these rappers telling lies mayn, fuck these fakes
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You can tell by my style, I done touched some weight
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Ask these boys from the Brae', I made my bread from butter
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And I'm married to the streets, like I wed the gutter
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Hit I-10, with a hem and a muffler
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Make a nigga drop dead, if he ever say that I ain't no hustler
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Dear Lord, have mercy
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I'm a greedy motherfucker, and I'm thirsty
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I got the devil on my back, and he done cursed me
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I'm addicted to this cash and it hurts me, somebody help me
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[Hook: Lil' O]
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[Hook: Mack Biggers]
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[Mack Biggers]
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Even can't slipping on my hoochie, sleeping at fo' in the morn'
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Cause my dog, need four of them zones
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Hit the stash, lock the door and I'm gone
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Make way, cause Mack Biggers bout to go in the zone
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Knowing his own my competition, see they puzzled and lost
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I paid the cost baby, now I just be juggling salt
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Talk down you better muzzle your mouth, 'fore I run in your house
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And fuck around, and put a gun in your mouth
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What are stones about, ki's and waters who can run a quick route
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And feed em the rock, and let em know what money's about
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Cause all I know is getting cash, and then flash
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Piss me off, I get a Mack and a mask
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Knock a nigga do' down, and tell that nigga put his stacks in the bag
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And don't flinch, my reactions are bad
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I'm attracted to cash, but if I could then I would throw my crack in the bag
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My Mack in the trash, but everytime I try it's like I couldn't have
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[Hook]
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[Hook: Scrilla]
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[Scrilla]
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It's the gangsta shooter out the gutter, way ahead of my time
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With the heart of a hustler, and I predator mine
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I spit that shit that leaves blood in my mouth, I'm the vill' of the South
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Stepping on work, like a rug in your house
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My fans scream as I dream, of having sold out shows
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But I way cook paying bills, out my po' out bowl
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Where I'm from the dust ain't dirty, determine niggaz fluff they turkey's
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And if you burn, nigga your trust ain't worthy
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What you know bout getting your mail, with a digital scale
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And dropping one and drowning one, or you shitting in jail
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I'm just to satisfy mo' cabbage, puffing pounds of lettuce
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Cause our life, is rough around the edges
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That's why I peep game, through the frames on the bridge of my nose
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I'm whipping up quick on my stove, in my slippers and robe
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And my last zone's gone, before I slip on my clothes
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If I could then I would stick my dick in a globe, fuck the world
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[Hook: Scrilla]
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[Hook: Lil' O]
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[talking]
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I can't help it, I'm a Brae' block motherfucking gangsta
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I can't help it, I'm a Southwest motherfucking gangsta
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I can't help it, I'm a H-Town motherfucking gangsta
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We can't help it, we some bar none motherfucking gangstas
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If I Could Then I Would
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Lil' O |