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