(verse 1:Young chris)
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chea, yo ayo everybody name brand
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me I was same pants same top
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coke and hot dogs out the same pot
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since a buck I been packing weapons
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only strappin niggas doin when they sexin
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every head and his crew is yes man
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my music and my shootin perfected
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can't afford to lose I'm destin
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to hit that road collect and try to hop up
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out of the hood niggas frown they see me pop up
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get locked up and they still with them coppers
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give em somethin from the choppers i got to deal with coppers
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giving them gas they need ox call the doctor
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raw and uncut no mask know who shot ya
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try to tell them chill for real but they don't listen though
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til the 45th come kiss em under the mistole toe
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and that's the last time I'm a remind ya'll
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next time creepin up with somethin behind ya'll
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(chorus)
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It's the life
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just livin it right
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shoot first and don't think twice
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and homie if the price is right then niggas a get at ya
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bout who draw the fastest
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casket or the ashes
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(Verse 2:Neef Buck)
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yo is lovely when your squeezin
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but ugly when you're recieving them
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and ya peeps going crazy in the recieving room
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a gun like a lung you goin need more than one
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this for every block in the ghetto or where I'm from
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I started off 9 or ten runnin wit my step pops
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learned how to collect from niggas and set up shizzop
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never buy hard from him I learned to cook rock
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summer time blizzock winter time shizzop
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let the smokers run them in
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all they want is 3 for 10
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give up that password before you get the fuck in
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before we get to buckin
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leave em where they stand at
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respect we demand that
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now tell me where them grams at
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stacks rubberband wraps the streets the limmy
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got me a squadder wit a driver a soopped up hemi
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be happy you in my presence i can't give you a penny
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cause this nigga only tough when that shit's up in him
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(chorus)
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(Verse 3:Pooda Brown)
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Ain't nuttin soft about me
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but niggas they doubt me
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so I'm a have to run through they alley
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pick bread off of they balcony
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then toss the gun nigga I'm outty or nigga I'm rowdy
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but common sense plays a bigger part of me
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pookie when it comes to the uzi it just be callin
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[Mr.Brown]not bobby, or foxy, or nino
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it's pooda baby the ruger baby will clean the scene though
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excuse me ladies been through it lately but doin my thing though
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the crib 24 hours nigga the hood casino
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you lil niggas soft til that banana clip emptyin
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he not there dot on his head like he an indian
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it's training day nigga wake up early
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or we be in your crib burners wake up shirley
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cabinets and the bed nigga check that thurly
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I need that cooked up cookie homie end that story
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(chorus 2x)
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It's the Life
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Young Gunz |