[Verse 1]
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This Ones for those on the dead end street
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hustlin hard to make all they ends meet
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I hope one day I see yo benz creep
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watch for the jealousy that most friends keep
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S-P got the Bentley
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all I can do is thank god cause he blessed me
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I used to be just like you
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slangin crack rock on the avenue
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Packin glocks and runnin from cops
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most of my clients like they cane on the rocks
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Gun shots like 2 blocks away
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I wonda who the fuck caught a hot one today
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Neva mind cause I don't wanna know
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I just lost two good friends in the row
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One second things is lookin beautiful
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the next second you can start off the funeral
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[Chorus]
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All my friends are in the dead end street
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Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P
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You cant win there aint no way no how
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Clock your change and get the fuck on out
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[Verse 2]
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We was Pirex shakers
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Sunny Side money makers
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In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz
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Quick snappers the store where we slung at
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Everybody knew me for my hundred packs
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Across the street was law elementry
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my car was so clean kids was lookin up to me
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They wanna be like me a tru hustla
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cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla
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The dope deala I aint tryina brag but
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fuck watchin roaches tryina climb out my bath tub
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I was a hard head tryina be a drug lord
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slow my roll nah homie what the fuck for
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im in the 2 bed trailor man im dirt poor
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when hurricanes would kome id run next door
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to my homies house his name is huet hodges
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we gonna make out this ghetto man I promise
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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99 percent of all criminals are dope dealers
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get busted by bullets or fuckin squeelers
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And the One percent that made it was pure luck
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but even he'll tell that his life aint worth a fuck
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cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times
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and in his mind he was shot a thousand times
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Without peace there can be no happiness
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I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics
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Im not sure exaclty what my religion is
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I just know I thank god for my little kids
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this is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinnie pigs
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then they arrest us after we done make it big
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they take our money our cars and our houses
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now tell me whos really sellin the ounces
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and any cash that we might have hidden
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goes to the system tryin to stay out of prison
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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The System
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| South Park Mexican (SPM) |
