[Chorus]
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Don't try to hustle me
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Better getcha dolla dolla
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Better getcha paper, man
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Don't try ta hustle meh
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I ain't no dummy, man
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Gonna getcha..
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Gonna getcha..
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Gonna getcha..
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[Verse 1]
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My inspiration enlights this vision, smokin this purple
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This sticky icky is the medicine that it didn't on commercials
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The cyclical nature of niggaz gotten me by this oracle
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Documented for planted a wagon
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Draggin historical like morbital, suspended in space
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Rappin in circles
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We ain't winnin but we is as crazy as fuck
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Upclose and personal, preminitions of the gloriest
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Dated, we'll be victorious, so many different choices
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These fake niggaz is poisonous
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Damn I need ta kill the noises
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Heaven's gonna rolls Royces
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But the Posse is just so boisterous
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And noises only the poisonous
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Hollywood couples swingin' and the people you won't believe
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got woman that are weedin with women
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And Adam is sleeping with Steve
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It's complicated to me
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If it's complicated to see and it's complicated to love
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Then it's complicated to be, and if it's complicated to be
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And they confiscated the key
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when coke down in Columbia only costs you a 'G'
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cocksuckers..
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Outta the Seven Sector conservativecy regime
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Where the Panthers they don't have knowledge they needed to fully achieve
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The prophet, he is giving me structures for Armaggedon cuz it's coming
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The Seven Signers are beside me, be runnin to the war-drummin
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The general was fully commmitted, without a reason they want me to preach the love
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Are you crazy?
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It's killin season, I'm bleedin all over the speaker
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My spirit is gettin much stronger
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Look, the enemy is gettin much weaker
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It's Bizzy the Kid, thats demonic
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Revelations and horses, Double-X-Lin' the sources, Battlin the darker forces
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They assinated my leader
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And Lil Capo we need to kill in harmony from heaven
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Seven automatic weapons
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[Chorus]
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Try Hustle Me
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Bizzy Bone |