*featuring Fiend, Lifty Stokes, and Oobie
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Yo Fiend, what up man? (Yo, yo)
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You rollin' with these Legit Ballaz right? (Whomp)
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Aight, well check it out
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Won't you tell these muthafuckaz a lil' bit about where you come from
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[Fiend]
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Fire arms, sounds of alarms
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Consistency in bodily harm
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Where I'm from that's the norm
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Fiend the ?
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Lil' nigga ain't no man of creaton
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Once we encounter the killin' spree we on
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My defects have G's bet on
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Niggaz dollars get they rep on
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Speakin' with heat ? could bring death on
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Nigga I'm called the killa
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Cause every time he get it, it brought chills
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Lead that's what made 'em take his ass for real
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I done ? survivor
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He never wrote the name of his drivers
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And wondered that the man can deprive ya
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It's there in black ink
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With millions in dirty green had to think
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Lives depreciated over drinks
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Call me twisted
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Rope burns to the neck was insisted
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And all his hope turned to "I guess should I risk it?"
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[Fiend talkin]
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And that's why the law is laid down
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You know what I'm sayin'?
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From Fiend to N.O. to Chi, Twista
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Pimp run it now
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[Hook - Fiend (Oobie)]
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Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
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I said some survive the game
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Some just get they names in the stories to be told
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Why the young never make it old
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Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
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I said some survive the game
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Some just get they names in the stories to be told
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Why the young never make it old (Why the young never make it old)
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[Liffy Stokes]
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I live my life drownin' in homicide
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Never let the drama slide
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We killaz quick to let it ride
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Send a nigga beddy-by when I let it fly
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Niggaz be yappin' but they scared to die
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Talkin' plenty shit till I cap off with the.45
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Look into these smoke red eyes, feel me starvin'
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Feel me shakin' up that dope in my apartment
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And picture me on top of the world and still servin'
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Blessin' all my shorties with birds to keep 'em workin'
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As long as my hood is tight, my mind is right
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Look at the dope line tonight, just doin' aight
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For the nugs
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Y'all got paper, I got paper so let's find some ass to jug
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This struggle for power keeps us all up to no good
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With constant heat, we cruise the streets like cops on D's
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With the itchy sittin' dead on the seat
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For the wicked and weak, tryin' to get down on what we put down
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For this grid-ound, that's why we stand firm with these rid-ounds
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[Hook]
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[Twista]
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Never thought that the cries of my people would get louder
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When Chief first came home with that glistenin' white powder
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But it gave us power
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Never thought them ? packs that had us buyin' clothes and pullin' hoes
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Would have our new Starter jackets filled with bullet holes
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(That's how it goes)
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And who would have ever thought that when we would rock this shit
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That we would end up gettin' our whole block lit
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By-standers got hit up
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And who would have ever thought that women would be up on silent nights
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Lightin' pilot lights
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I would be crept on my a mask on silent nights
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Now I'm wonderin' and thinkin', how can a man make a sack ??
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Flip a new Lac with his work
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End up in the back of hearse
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Then be packed in the dirt
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? over turf, can you hear the Mack when it burst
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He get cracked where it hurts
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Feel the automatic when it jerks
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Comin' up in the land where the white and blue Dracula's lurk
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Is that what it's worth naw, niggaz got the chrome in ? in the whip
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Never let the law get the low on the licks
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Bet they got a mob and they mob full of tricks
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You ain't on yo P's, you gotta be
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Fuck a ? strategy, don't be punked like no lame
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You just a Bone in the game
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Steady baggin' work, hittin' licks, and stackin' cain'
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[Hook]
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Stories
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Twista |