(feat. Yung Redd, Lil Ron)
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[Talking]
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That's a set back, you know I'm saying man
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Lil' Red, way back in the motherfucking cut man
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Nigga was like shit nigga, I was like what come on man
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[Scarface]
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Street lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle
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And moving slowly in silence, steady making sho' my hustle
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Is air tight, these city streets is hectic gotta get it here
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Tomorrow ain't a promise to me, so I don't live in fear
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I work until I touch it, stack it until I need it
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I spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I bleed it
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The soldier could never see me, as being some'ing that's lesser
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A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered without a question
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Product of my surroundings, click it clack it and and down him
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All they know is he missing, but niggaz ain't never found him
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I'm sorry but still in yet, I don't live it on regrets
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I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer this ain't a threat
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I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life
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And never when niggaz might, hit you under city lights
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So get it right (never know)
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You never know when niggaz might, hit you under city lights get it right
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[Hook - 2x]
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Lord forgive me, cause I know I ain't living right
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Still I gotta make some'ing happen, under them street lights
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But pay attention, let me show you what my life like
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You can get your days cut short, under them street lights
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[Yung Redd]
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Them folks got me under the scope, cause I ain't living right
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Still I ain't the one to provoke, dog you get it right
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20 inch shoes when I cruise, under them city lights
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Careful with the road I choose, cause you can lose your life
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I'm praying and hoping, I never get caught in the moment
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Shot from a glock, that's smoking from not scoping
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When a nigga told me, you don't work you don't eat
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So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets lights meet
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And my pop, was a rolling stone
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15 I was grown, 16 I was holding my own
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Is it wrong to sell you a dream, or sell you a zone
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A long way from home, on this road I roam
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Still I'm po'ing the liquor, for niggaz who ain't with us
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Ery'body ain't a gangsta, every nigga ain't a killa
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Naw but them laws, couldn't tell ya the difference
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So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison this ain't living man
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[Hook - 2x]
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[Lil Ron]
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Years have passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic
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Two days ago, my homegirl got blasted
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That's tragic, happened right on my block
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I'm feeling paranoid, laws might run in my spot
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So I'm living low key, and them folks don't know me
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Slowly I ride through the city, stack mo' cheese
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Then I slide out, to the hideout and smoke on
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Haters watching, my chest is froze like a snow-cone
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But hold on, trash talking ain't my game
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Rather pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a Range
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Peep this it ain't a secret, them laws ain't right
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They like to catch a late night, living the life
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That's why I'm on top of my game, always thinking twice
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Don't get it twisted, I still got a mean right
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But most of the time, my nigga I'm on chill
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It's real in the field, it's easy to get killed
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[Hook - 2x]
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Street Lights
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Scarface |