*featuring Mickey And Christina
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[Mickey]
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I ain't nothin but a hustler, I raised like that
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Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that
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Ol' G's taught us game, we was made like that
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Cross tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac
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Laid flat
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My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin
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Me and brother didn't like tha way my mother was (?)
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So we promised to get my momma out
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Betta car, betta house
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And if daddy ain't gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse
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I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life
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No heat, no light at tha crib at night
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Stay strapped, gat attached next to my ribs at night
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Cause them fiends'll try to steal yo life
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Muthafucka this Chicago
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Everything I live for, I die for
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Cash Money tha click I'll ride for
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Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn't fuckin wit me
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Now tha whole workld in love wit Mickey
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Cash Money Millionaires nigga
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[Hook(Turk)]
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Growing up was hard in them project bricks
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I ain't gone even lie dawg I ain't neva had shit
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It was hard dawg wit out a father figure
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Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga
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[Christina]
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Nigga I'm from city where niggaz gang bang and shit
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Up on tha corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit
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I tote em quick and make chickens get over
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Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked tha fuck over
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Shit I'm not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin
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Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin
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Stop panicin, stayin calm to I bomb out this ghetto
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Leg, back, arms, ice up to tha elbow
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Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto
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Slimmy's pack simmy's, squeeze 50 in tha ghetto
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Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart
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Hit tha roach, don't smoke, it'll have u senseless in tha ghetto
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Cuz niggaz will beat u senseless in tha ghetto
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I'm glad I moved my mom to tha ponds, out tha palms of tha ghetto
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True divas neva settle for tha ghetto
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Come on, and that's real Cash Money nigga
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[Hook]
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[Turk]
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Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard
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Couldn't keep up wit tha Jones, cuz we didn't have funds
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In tha summer it was hot, cuz we didn't have air
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Daddy wasn't even around like he didn't even care
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I ain't gone lie, sometimes you to get pissed off
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At my momma like it was her fault but ir wasn't at all
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Used to keep a pair of tenny's for atleast 6 months
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When they got scuffed up, we just ploished em up
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Had to be inside early, yeah i punched tha clock
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Didn't have no telephone or no cable box
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Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live
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One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal
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Livin on welfare and my momma's pray
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Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell
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Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up, times was heard for me dawg growin
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up
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[Hook]
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Growing Up
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