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(Macadoshis)
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It was a dope spot from y'all
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One on one strappin'
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That's the way it was when the four of us was strappin'
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I'm a fuckin' class from the Gs in the hood
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Puttin' worth did some dirt
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Now a snitch never would
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Blowin' fat jag blunts with my nigga P
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Growin' up
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Time comin' back sippin Henessey
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We said we seniors are old
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And I felt like a god man bitch
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And i had my pickup '85 bitch
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And my family was known to be great
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See Syke Moore representin' no matter who sets it on
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Street power
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Why you niggas flip and you thug shit
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I be by my motherfuckin' grip
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Numba nos
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Cause we three million minds
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Remember that
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Damn its a shame
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But still I'm in the game
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I'm tryin to get street fame
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(chorus)
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(Syke)
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Don't blame my mama
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Don't blame my daddy
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I know they wish they never had me
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In and out of jail by 12
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Failing out of school
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Cause I was livin' by the street rules
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Hangin with hoes
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Droppin dawgs as a little loot
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I was gettin my respect but i was still rude
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Into the game and slang
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Into the cocaine
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With 'em double ups
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We slangin them whole things
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Hey I just told my mail man
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You hangin like a bail
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And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail
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Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control
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Motherfuckers gossip and I still roll
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Bitches want my cash on my dash on my pac-vit
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They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit
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So while I'm ballin and kickin up dust
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Get your score fresh
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Bitch made niggas know not to fuck with us
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Cause I'm livin on the edge
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I'm blastin lead
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Wanted by the feds they got to take me dead
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So fuck it try to work it in the inner city
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In the land of no pity
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I made it by the street fame
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(chorus)
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(Rated R)
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Super storm made it by street fame
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I had to make some people feel the pain
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In this dirty game
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I know I'm on my way to hell
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Hey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smoked
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The hood that took me under
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A nigga gots the heart
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Don't get it twisted cause I'm mad with my homey's score
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I kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for me
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That's the love you get from your drug for you pootie
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It works, see?
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I'm a G
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Would a gang of niggas have to reach and appeal me
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Cause I smoked their homey
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Well don't feel proud
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Cause around here thats what makes it worse
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I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off them
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They don't stop
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Through my casket drop-top let me ride
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All i want is Shatmo
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He's a god
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And it don't matter if a rapper plays
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Cause I cought the back of some minds
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Fuck the fame
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(chorus)...
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(fade out)
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Street Fame
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Thug Life |