I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze shit Will I survive, will I die? Come on let's picture the possibility The feds is watchin, niggaz plottin to get me
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My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free What can I do, what can I say, is there another way?īlunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
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It ain't funny niggaz don't even know how to act - shit! It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit Steady flowin against the grain niggaz STILL don't know me Where you goin I been there came back as lonely homie My devotion is handlin my business nigga keep on coastin It ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin Like Akai satellite nigga I'm forever ballin The nervousness neglect make me pack a tecĭevoted to servin this, Moet and paaayyy-checks Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last? The world's changin everyday, times moving faaast Live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin high. Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die We got foe niggaz, and lowriders, in ski masks They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me One nigga's gettin jealous, and motherfuckers diedĭepend on me like the first and fifteenth Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies The game sharper than a motherfuckin razor blade It seems - my main thang was to be major paid
The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangsĪ five-double-oh - Benz flauntin flashy rings,īeen know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend Until I die live the life of a boss playaĬause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later I got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see meĪnd let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin So many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust
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