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chorus
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i get it done
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make it one make it two make it three
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right before it happens
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make it four make it five make it 6 7 8 9
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ten
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come on motherfucka we can do it again
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repeat
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See i aint never had shit
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but my strife and my game and my life
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and all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens
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for them whose black folks ever came to here
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to steal and hustling food stamps for that nine to 4 caddy
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how many days can i stretch this box of grits
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shit never quits im a brother
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pitching fits or pitching shit
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i use my mouth or a leg muscle anything to make the rent,
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yo give up the hustle.
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I know the us economy and i could run it
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im about to make these four dollars into 4 hundred
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aint nothing happening but this serious game
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while they got billions in the bank
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we just got money on the deck
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and when we got fresh rims we on top,
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on top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock
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gun uncocked but we seen it on the past
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make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your ass
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twentys and tens its all about making ends
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no need to sin to uplift a california living
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but i'd rear cos err i remember as a tot mr ogs
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skank you motherfuckars with the glocks
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and now the rocks is in my pockets
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and my spots hot like the haiwaiian tropics
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a taskforce topic cos this one's a cya
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even though the yay is brought in by the cia
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see im a motherfuckas thats done some dirt for my meal ticket
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but i learned quit you gots to deal with it
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well i dealed for twentytwofucking years
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you damn straight my homies been laid when we all shed a tear
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and its clear to my ear i had to learn that knowledge
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cos after 12th grade i had to say fuck college
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and the knowledge no longer will i waste my time
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the chrome was stuck in my ear
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but im stuck to the ground
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im steady mobbing
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back to the police station,
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they checking me but its inflation thats doing this taking
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no hesistating cant be waiting let me do my thing
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i was hooked like a fiend but now im hip to tha skeme
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chorus
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i heard recognized game when its in your face
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im spitting the game so close to you
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you could feel the wet trace
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if everybody in the hood had a phd
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youd say that dr flip that burger hell it good for me
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200thousand brothers watching one mind one place to go
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aint no revolution they just walking to the liquor store
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here take a swigger so its quicker round the niggerroe
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just wanna get rich the rigamole i been here before
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a typical ho aint really no different
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except that she would know that caint no prostitute
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can become a pimp up in this system
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it'd be more drama than a soap opera daytime spot
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but aint no twist up in this cemetery plot
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since nineteen fiftyfour
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i's been hustling for that dough
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my girl been putting out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro
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this shit is getting steep
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im getting ill ready to kill
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the only thing i can inherit is an overdue bill
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now its six in the morning
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i stride to the ride
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as i glide down the street
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i cant get to park ?
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cos my gas is kissing heat
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im not yet free
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but you dont hear me though
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unlesss you creeping soap as my drive through window
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now if you wondering bout my fucked up fickle frown
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is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont trickle down
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listen to that beat nickle pound is my homies in the back
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pass the nickle bag around and im looking at the street
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through the fogged up windows knowing if i was walking
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id be smelling stench or piss or stale pussy in your window
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i ask when those stores get closed down
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a system that eats itself got it looking like a ghost town
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no proof of purchase hear my essence purchase proof
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analyze how they fucked us like if i was dr ruth
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im on proof with the truth they started with nothing
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robbed and ganked and killed
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aint no po folks getting rich
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less some caps is getting picked
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except for a couple of motherfuckas who done live their
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token seen lifestyles of the rich and famous
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front page of the magazine but that's a known
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trick tell them suck their own dick
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im hip to the skeme
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my fist will bring up t |