[Verse 1:]
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This One's 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 & 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 wonder who the fuck caught a hot one today
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Never mind cause I don't wanna know
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I just lost 2 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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Some locked up & some are RIP
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You can't win there ain't no way no how
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Clock your change & 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 & laters
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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 true hustla
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Cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla
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The dope dealer I ain't tryin' to brag
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But fuck watchin' roaches tryin' to climb out of my bath tub
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I was a hard head tryin' to be a drug lord
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Slow my roll nah homey what the fuck for
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I'm in the 2 bed trailor man I'm dirt poor
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When hurricanes would come I'd 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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All my friends are in the dead end street
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Some locked up & some are RIP
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You can't win there ain't no way no how
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Clock your change & get the fuck on out.
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[Verse 3:]
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99% of all criminals & dope dealers
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Get busted by bullets or fuckin' squealers
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& the 1% that made it was pure luck
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But even he'll tell that his life ain't worth a fuck
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Cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times
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& in his mind he was shot a thousand times
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Without peace there can be no happyness
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I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics
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I'm 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 some guinea 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 & our houses
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Now tell me who's really sellin' the ounces
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& 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:]
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All my friends are in the dead end street
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Some locked up & some are RIP
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You can't win there ain't no way no how
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Clock your change & get the fuck on out. [x2]
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System
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| South Park Mexican |
