Me and my niggas we like brothers, talkin bout hustle down for each otha
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We ain't tussle touch or tongue wrestle wit a nigga, we gone buss em off da muhfuckin muscle
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[Verse 1:]
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You see cant catch meeee, gucci mane ain't runnin and i heard dey got pounds of weed
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Got everythang you need from da X to da hard or soft nigga get served if you shop wit me
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Got a team of cut throat niggas bout kickin doors clean off, when dey get dat word from me
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Nigga please and my clique see 1 brick a piece den you gone get burnt to da third degree
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Gotta two-twenty-three shootin bullets on da dot, a nigga finna get found by da birds and trees
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Get ya ass dropped down on, by a nigga wit grill sayin get down on yo hands and knees
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Give a fuck what anotha nigga got, who he shot, just long as da nigga don't fuck wit me
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Ain't neva been a nigga trickin bucks just to fuck, cuz a slut catch a real nigga nut for free
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Catch me on da streets of da southeast, gold grill and a million dolla mouthpiece
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Deres a lot of hatin shit said about me, cuz I'm ridin twenty threes on a grand prix
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Bitch check my family tree, ain't nun but G's, ain't no pussy nigga finna handle me
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You can try and see, I bet you D-I-E, cuz love bussin shots out randomly
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Have you lookin at da eyes of a dead body, grab a choppa come back shoot errbody
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Give a fuck what ya homeboi say about it, ain't a muhfuckin secret I'm dead rowdy
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I remember when I first start trappin, talkin sun valley tryna make shit happen
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Sellin reefa dude, tryna make a lil loot, you can ask D and coop cuz dey seen me in action
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Me and my niggas we like brothers, talkin bout hustle down for each otha
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We ain't tussle touch or tongue wrestle wit a nigga, we gone buss em off da muhfuckin muscle
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[Verse 2:]
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First we lost smiley den we lost dre, den we lost twon den we lost ayon
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Now my boy von doin time for a murder charge, shit lookin bad so I gotta pray for em
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Where we come from niggas die young, a nigga truly blessed if he turn 21
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Ill neva turn my back on my niggas from da crest, and I put da momma and my unborn son
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Crest where I'm from, dats real tung, straight up out da slum, and my word is my bond
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I rob wit my gun and I con wit my tongue, if a nigga still breathin den da job ain't done
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Everything we serve A-1, still sellin jays straight drop dat make dey mouth feel numb
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Still throwin big barbeques at da park, if u ain't from my hood den yo ass cant come
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Me and my niggas we like brothers, talkin bout hustle down for each otha
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We ain't tussle touch or tongue wrestle wit a nigga, we gone buss em off da muhfuckin muscle
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[Verse 3:]
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Nigga gotta hustle nigga gotta struggle, makin power moves gotta use a lil muscle
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Gotta keep a tool, you a fool, if you think dat da straight drop crew ain't gone mothafuckin buss you
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Tight like brothas, talkin bout hustle, if we don't know you den we sho don't trust you
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Just might touch ya, cuz we feel like fuck ya, deres a lot of niggas getting killed on custer
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Bouldercrest road bitch dats my post, use to sell blow up at dat store
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Lost a lot of homebois in da process, only lord knows who'll be da next 2 go
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Gotta studio on Gresham road, dats where da Gucci mane disc gets sold
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Dats where I stand on deese ten toes, tryna make my money come back ten fold
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Gucci got da work my nigga 10-4, drunker den drunk sippin on glenmoe
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Got 4 grams bout 2 we score, hit pryor street gimme bout 10 mo
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Still got da hydro fo da low, order too big holla at chevro
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Straight drop clique tight like kinfolk, helpin each otha so we cant go broke
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Me and my niggas we like brothers, talkin bout hustle down for each otha
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We ain't tussle touch or toungue wrestle wit a nigga, we gone buss em off da muhfuckin muscle
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Me And My Niggas
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| Gucci Mane |
