(Intro)
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So many niggas get fucked up in the game
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See that's where they get caught out there
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Cause its not no fuckin' game
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(Verse)
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When you hear shells comin at ya
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Hot Ones from a shotgun, I bet a nigga runs faster
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Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster
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Think about that casket, you don't wanna be in that shit
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Quick to take his signin', you takin' everybodie's package
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Money over bitches was a loyal practice
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So you act is if money was no object
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Spinin' five zues, trips for your whole projects
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Epcot center, linins for yo bitches, roli's for dawgs
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Now we in the mall, slayin' by his bitches
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Everyday I reminisin' how he was livin', havin' fun?
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Cause any day could have led to prison
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Now for a short bid, cause if the feds ever caught kid
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It be like 25 years conspiracy
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Another 25 for refeer, snatchin' up him and his people
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He had his jeep bullet proof, with silencers on the desert eagle
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Flipin' bricks in Gary Indiana
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He had it locked down from the streets to the slammer
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Only trusted Two things his trigger and his hammer
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Used to be a bumb till had a six month run
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Had a loss suit three G's the case was won
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Met with Mexican hoya cop boya
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Bought a barber shop, named it after C. Shaday
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That's where they found his body
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In a barber chair face down, bullets in his chest
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Sliced apart from the waist down
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Planned to sell his shop, stick hoya for everything he got
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Take jewels and his fives
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Then his shoes where cemented
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Drop his body in the tide but hoya was wise
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Even when he ain't around he got ears and eyes
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Gotta stay a step ahead of this game to stay alive
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(Chorus x2)
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Always wanted things, always wanted cash
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To Live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass
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Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
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Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive
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(Verse)
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Cokehead Saundra, she grew in Gruwana
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Her man was large and Saundra was his baby mama
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Stayed in drama, fightin' with hood rats that he was fucking
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No job, all day she did nothing
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They son was 7 years old, she really was a wifee
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First should she would transport blow overnight for a G
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He paid up front, they layed up once
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She got pregnant, she would dead it
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She had a boy, named her son infinite after his father who did dirt
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She didn't know disaster would follow
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Capsules and bottles and crack in the back of his baga
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He let her drive while he drove the Burgandy 5
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He often talked about how he wants to murder these guys
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From off of burger street, had nat workin' the street
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Lifestyle richest nigga far from how he use to be
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Never thought he'd rock diamonds, never took weakness for kindness
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That's how he gradually grew
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Did a favor for a favor, now the nigga in with the crew
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And now he live major house in Dix Hills next to Brook Shields
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With the cook and the maid shit was real
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Saved his first bill, maid, and his bodega
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Good luck playing 'sign on the paper', taping the window
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Escaped from a would be kidnap
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And slept and thought niggas fearless rep until he got wet
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Would had the world in his hands, his girl did a scam
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The owner's rich, is bonin' niggas to get rid of her man
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Welcome to the game, baby
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(Chorus x2)
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Always wanted things, always wanted cash
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To Live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass
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Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
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Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive
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The hardest thing to do is stay alive
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The hardest thing to do is stay alive
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The hardest thing to do is stay alive
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The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive
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