Another day, a hundred ways to live it
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Too many graves to visit and these days have limits
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I¡¯m not gonna waste my minutes on a gangsta¡¯s pivot
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Cuz I ain¡¯t never seen a grave and a gangsta in it
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And I ain¡¯t never been afraid of the things that tinted
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Isn¡¯t an option for my character, a bunch would be aware of that
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4-5 caliber, mask, 8 and I cap it back in the days I was rappin¡¯ as if it ain¡¯t gonna happen
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Nowadays catch me stakin¡¯ the paper like napkins
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I¡¯m debatin¡¯ the ways of the captain
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I¡¯m so fly like the Mona Lisa
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Nose dive, I like the whole pie, I¡¯m a total piece
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And it¡¯s ¡®cause I know Christ and my soul¡¯s at ease
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Me and Juxx flow is mean like no restraint
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Better hit it thorough like your led is plural
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Only knives you¡¯ve lined up on your credit burral
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Movin¡¯ on up, the life I live I
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Gotta do it for my wife, my kids I..
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No one sue me cuz the crys I live still
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Son, you couldn¡¯t live the life I live in a lifetime
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In a lifetime..
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Son, you couldn¡¯t live the life I live in a lifetime
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In a lifetime..
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Son, you couldn¡¯t live the life I live
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I never punk, a hundred ways to kill him
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Juxx stainless steel, I¡¯m never gangsta grill ¡®em
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See I¡¯m all about a dollar, never jump in my chains
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Your boy billionaire buzzin¡¯, they be pumpin¡¯ my name
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On the web, TV channels and radio
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Ill delivery, sick dialect, steady flow
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Buck town, young gunna I get it clackin¡¯
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Start the clickin¡¯ and clackin¡¯
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You¡¯re just a target, I¡¯m aiming and clapping
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Emcees must beware my verbal attackin¡¯
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Closed casket, bury the track in
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Arcitype is in the moto beast
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Ruste Juxx handle all beef cuz I know the streets
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And if you don¡¯t know the cline then you¡¯re getting got
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Copywrite spittin¡¯ lava, it¡¯s getting hot
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Hear the beat, turn it up and just let it bang zone
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I¡¯ll roll you a fat one then I¡¯mma sing
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Movin¡¯ on up, the life I live I
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Gotta do it for my wife, my kids I..
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No one sue me cuz the crys I live still
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Son, you couldn¡¯t live the life I live in a lifetime
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In a lifetime..
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Son, you couldn¡¯t live the life I live in a lifetime
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In a lifetime..
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Son, you couldn¡¯t live the life I live
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It would take you a century
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60 outside, 40 in penitentiary
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For what? To get sure tougher than the toughest
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Hard body hip-hop, roughin¡¯ in the roughest
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Microphone finnin¡¯, leanin¡¯, hittin¡¯ corners
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Pull the Juxx, tryna come up on a bonus
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Murder, murder, more murder and take money money
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Only the cash better move, nothing funny dummy
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It¡¯s a jack move, give it up smooth
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Pistol whippin¡¯ wrappers like I got to point the truth
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Triple OG, you¡¯re dealin¡¯ with a made man
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Shot cooler, mick the cool guns really your man
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Fo show, big trade pounds and 4-4¡¯s
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Roll the thing then we ride out in a war tank
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Classic material, just the imperial
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Most high exotic ruler, grand poobah
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Movin¡¯ on up, the life I live I
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Gotta do it for my wife, my kids I..
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No one sue me cuz the crys I live still
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Son, you couldn¡¯t live the life I live in a lifetime
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In a lifetime..
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Son, you couldn¡¯t live the life I live in a lifetime
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In a lifetime..
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Son, you couldn¡¯t live the life I live
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The Life I Live
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| Ruste Juxx & The Arcitype |
