Ohio, I've been scraped the pavement throughout natural sevens
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Picking 50's of the floor, trying to collect the sevens
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Cause it's the streets that I eat from
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Doc and Donny and them is who I learn from
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So each one teach one that's the cigarillos burn from
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The seats of my 68 camaro with the skiny front
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Ride with me through my city once
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And be inspired how we give it up
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Fast talkin' pimp walkin' how we live it up
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Hustler spirit sound anything you give to us, trust
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We ain't come from much, so it's in us to double up,
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2 pairs and new heads when we rush
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For the love of mink coats and rings with the sharpest cuts
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Militant minds all the time though
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Trying to balance that thin line of freedom and dough
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Keep a clean song let the dice roll with the good times
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Cause if you gonna gamble might as well on this life
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So shake 'em up, shake 'em up with me
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Grab your red cups fill 'em up with me
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And come through this south east side and get this milk money
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See I make my money with the dice, shake 'em up, double up, triple up, twice
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I made enough
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Round here, that's what we call life
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Live it up, drink sip it up, get a cup, fill it up
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Move my way down the block, so player make a hater want job
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See rhyme saves get the paper you can shop
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Bags fill 'em up, credit card bill 'em up
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A roll of weed loose communicate with every few
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After what's the use overlooking the project view
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Penthouse dreams, large tips for my bellman
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Reality is fiends... drops in my shelter
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You decide what stay alive that be crucified
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40 dollar for my crucifix jeweler do or die
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Real niggers wanna shout, live it up
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Dice game here, crack a six, triple up
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Any question and I'm with it, time to go and get it
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Looking at the Rolle, mother proud made a visit
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It's a cold world, mama made me frigid
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Niggers getting' money, I'm living interest
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My team running screen, Derek Rose at the point
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... blow never know, time to blow the joint
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See I make my money with the dice, shake 'em up, double up, triple up, twice
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I made enough
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Round here, that's what we call life
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Live it up, drink sip it up, get a cup, fill it up
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Move my way down the block, so player make a hater want job
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See rhyme saves get the paper you can shop
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Bags fill 'em up, credit card bill it up
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I perfected the come up, hustle harder than most
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Stack papers til it wrinkled and mold
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They said you ain't getting it until them dollars don't fall
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So I ain't ever relax, head crack after head crack
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My approach is leave with it all, go spend that and bend back and do it again
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Such a rush when it's all or nothing, dice flicking in your hand,
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Everything is hittin' got you feeling you the man
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Such an awesome zone to be in
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I recline when the pressure's on the... more for the starters, I took the first stone
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My cost home had me nurturing my first poem, then I decided throwing everything I worked for
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Cause I was racing but it all felt dirt slow
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Miles away from millionaires felt closer with each throw
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If you're not willing to put it all in, then what you came fo'
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Scared money don't make money, a broke mouth can't speak for me
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Talk it sheep I've been all in, let's get money
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Talk it sheep I've been all in, let's get money
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A broke mouth can't speak for me
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See I make my money with the dice, shake 'em up, double up, triple up, twice
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I made enough
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Round here, that's what we call life
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Live it up, drink sip it up, get a cup, fill it up
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Move my way down the block, so player make a hater want job
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See rhyme saves get the paper you can shop
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Bags fill 'em up, Credit card bill it up
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Lincoln Way Nights (Shop Remix)
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| Stalley |
