*featuring Kane & Abel, Mo B. Dick
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[Silkk the Shocker]
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Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
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Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
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Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
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Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
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Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
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Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
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[Chorus]
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What gangstas do for money
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187, 211 I'm bout it bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever
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[Silkk the Shocker]
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I wants money the powers the shit nigga
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I need dollar shit
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Til I win the lotto bitch
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My motto is to get rich
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Hustler make things all right
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Connected on our flight
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You need da Gs and keys over in the car
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Drove back all night
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Won't do nuttin for some ass
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While I will do anything for some cash
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Fuck the police
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now I from city fresh off a copper's ass
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What you gon do when the bills don't come
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And what you gon do when it's time ta lay it down
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Dis nigga don't give a fuck bout nuttin but
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Dollar dollar bills y'all
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Da real y'all
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I'm tryin ta get a mil y'all
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I cost dese things dat I can afford dat I want
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You calls for da Cadillac wit da 5th wheel
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And, I'm up in the trunk
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So don't get mad when you see me with a ski mask
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I be blastin'
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I'm gonna get the cash by any means
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The stash
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Plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat
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You're gon be surprised when I'm over your eyes
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when you see me on the creep
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[Chorus]
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[Abel]
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Dem niggaz dat feel us
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Be de killas and dealers
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Witness my shit nigga
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Strong arm for skrilla
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Top yo mama for a dollar
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Gangstas do what we gotta
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Back da coke sell the powder
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For the money and power
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No Limit rider
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Bitch don't make me sayin no lotta
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If it's over my loot
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I shoot and never miss
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But's it's burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits
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Down for gangsta shit for the chips and grip
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[Kane]
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Nigga down to do some work
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Put in work make it hurt
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Take my hollow chips
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Wipe em wit my T-Shirt
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Charge It 2 Da Game
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Chasin fortune and fame
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Never snitchin, ears itchin
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Feds mention my name
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Mr. Abel Mr. Kane stay tru to da game
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If it ain't about the paper we jus can't understand
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[Abel]
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If you ain't scared
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Better get somewhere when I pull dis trigger
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We some seven figure military minded niggaz
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[Chorus]
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[Silkk the Shocker]
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Show me money
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I'm smooth I'm street smart
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But I don't play by da rules, nigga move til we get caught
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You know I'm bout my mail nigga can't you tell
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P gon get me out of jail nigga he goin for da bail
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But I'm a sleep in my cell til they call my name
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And niggaz rappin to me all night cuz of all this fame
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Now I ain't gonna let anyone get near me
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He was hella tight
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I'm told em someone get out they came for a light
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They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuck
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But I'm bout ta bail ya out so y'all niggaz stay up escape
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Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama cuz we freakin man
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Nigga just waitin for the champagne
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And cuz dat's me
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(What ya gonna do when ya get outta jail)
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I rather be sayin dumb shit den sit here
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(What do you consider that)
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Smokin green wit my niggaz and cleanin my strap
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[Chorus till fade]
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What Gangsta's Do
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Silkk The Shocker |