We ain't tryin to hear shit for what? (Cash money)
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We whole world operating off a (Cash money)
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To all my niggas with a whole lotta (Cash money)
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Watch yo' back money
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You couldn't neva understand how my mind tick
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I'm on some old school crime shit
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When niggas sold two's to keep the dimes lit
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Ain't no rules when these iron shots are stoned dun
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This heat burn through your flesh, stright to the bones
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I reach for the buddha cess and zone
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I probably have a future of stress, stay depressed and be alone
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But as far as the present time its on
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I represent mine til I return to the S and said I'm dead and gone
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Nobody wanna be broke and you neither
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Put me on the co'na, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever
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If you be poppin shit my niggas won't believe ya
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Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya
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But son it gets deeper
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I'm runnin with a click thats bein' hunted by the grim reaper
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To all my peoples in the man keeper
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Let'cha situation be a teacher
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Ain't nothin like a education
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When I was locked down I learned about patience and dedication
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And not to say shit, unless you need a motherfuckin face lift
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And as a youth I was a outcast
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Runnin around with pellot guns playin war but now it's all about cash
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I'm caught up, caught up in a mix of shit
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And I ain't tryin to hear shit til my got cash to get
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Blast you with the pistol
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If I have to, in my mind its all about cash in a fistfull
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I'm caught up in a mix of shit
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And I ain't tryin to hear shit til my got cash to get
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Splash you with the pistol
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If I have to, in my mind its all about cash in a fistfull
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Up late night and upset, and fed up
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Niggas comin up wet, I'm dead up
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Fuck tryin to your head up
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And when it go down, word bond we gotta get up
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Too many locked down upstate, son its a set up
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My life has sped up, many years I'm straight up
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Plenty bears for who ain't here and those who ate up
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Test and get sprayed up in the club
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We couldn't run it so we take the blade up in the booth
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Since we couldn't shoot
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We heat it up, losin the shirt, showin the bare chest
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I'm blessed, puffin the skunk make me care less
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The best that you can do is duck my fuckin crew
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If the slugs don't get'cha, lord J'll jig ya
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Actin artificial you'll get burnt my the pistol
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Before its done, even my guns'll turn to missles
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Don't have to blow the whistle on you
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'Cuz everybody knows you
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Watch yourself around borderline pyschos
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Who know my people gotta hold a mint
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Or they ain't worth a cent
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How can you represent, if you can't pay the rent
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And leave a dent in my life time, I'm caught up in trife crime
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In fights you neva know what you might find
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We stand firm meanwhile cuz niggas that seem wild
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Be buckin blanks, if they were men they wouldn't fuck with pranks
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I leave them niggas alone and stay home
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Unitl it cool down as they remember how my tool sound
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Chorus
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We ain't tryin to hear shit for what? (Cash money)
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We whole world operating off a (Cash money)
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To all my niggas with a whole lotta (Cash money)
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Watch yo' back money
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Yeah, we up on what we dealing with
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We ain't no criminals
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We got the right to have gats
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As long as the army, navy, air force, marines got gats
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We gon' hold heat, knamsayin?
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'Cuz our army gotta represent for us
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Word up
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Aiyyo, Maintain (Yeah)
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Set that shit son
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Forever keeping my shit cocked for drama
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Stainless steal, shit is for real
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The way these rats is known to squeal, makin' sour deals
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Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
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Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
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??? devils get deaded, never regret it, only known to set it
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Stealin existence obviuosly ya jetted
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Speak the desest, I see the pyramid and eagle
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Back of the dollar bill, ill decitful, we consider leathal
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God fallin, niggas be ballin, guzzlin alcoholics
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Two drinks, too many is like whitey infulltrating your fortress
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This is on, we 'bout to form, best prepare for the storm
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Ya'll funny niggas quick to ring the alarm
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Bomb fell, now a nation is gel
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We had to dwell for four hundred or more
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