[Backbone]
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From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
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to get right, workin street corner in the midnight
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Picture the scene, these fiends with fire
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Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
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I'm wit whateva like Wheatstraw
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Stuck servin my cocaine raw
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Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back
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Twenty over now that's mo' money to get
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Slick, we fin' to LICK on this corner without gettin caught
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But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short
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Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)
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That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin
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But I make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
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Be more precise when we do things
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Cause life like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
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like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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I'm strickly dressin dirty dirty
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Gone represent it to the t-top
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Born and bred up on the street top
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Get to the money and the sweet spot
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and forever hollerin
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"Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
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[Big Boi]
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Sheyit
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Cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents
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They get in a slump like baseball players
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when they short on they rent
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Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money YOU spent
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But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
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who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed
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and ALL the chicken
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Feedin everybody, smokin em out
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When you was broke though they was missin
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Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to tear up YO' suspension
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And your baby mamma on child support
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My fault, forget to mention
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You don't even have a checkin account
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Wasn't thinkin about no pension
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I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
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Had determination and graduated
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Now I got the whole rap world fascinated
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I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it
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Continue to sell dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' do it
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But legislation got this new policy
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Three strikes and you're ruined.. now where your crew at?
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Yeah..
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Chorus
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[Cool Breeze]
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Ay
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Me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs
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We better watch what we doin, and look out for Joe Nab
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And quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block
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before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot
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Niggaz talkin cause they makin some flow
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But still ain't did nuttin that ain't been done befo'
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You can't be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot
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And improvise and work with that little you got
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So I think when I finish sellin my last sack
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I'ma take some of this money, go and give some back
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Cause people won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
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And start thinkin bout a path to pave
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Chorus
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Slump
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| Cool Breeze |
