[Intro]
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Whats happening lil' one
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What's happening....P just dropped that work off on me ya heard me
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I know y'all hungry, come holla at ya boy
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It's all gravy ya heard me
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[Hook x2: Halleluyah]
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[See I'm a] certified D-Boy, servin' all the fiends
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Got onions, got slabs, got cookies, got creams
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I'm a certified D-Boy heavy on the Ave.
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Got the hood on lock, keep the block on smash
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[Verse 1: Halleluyah]
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Now I was born in it, got the hustler inside of me
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See I'm gone get it through drug trade or robbery
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Streets I'm committed like a grown man'll prolly be
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Walk down the aisle with gun shells that follow me
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But I'm a prop like the Fortune 500
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Got stacks in my pocket man I'm tossing out hundreds (Tossing out hundreds)
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I see the corner boys holler out I'm coming
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A quarter's 150 you could flip for 600
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[Yea Yea] that's real hustling
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Ain't nobody struggling my nigga we getting money (Getting money)
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[Yea Yea] we in the gutter but we found a way to come up off of dimes and twenty's
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 2: Rowdy]
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This block living gotta nigga strapped
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Going back and forth to my stash
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Making sure my shit still stashed
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It's 'round my way fiends be all in the grass
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Looking for boulders anything they seeing they smoking
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Ain't none of that, bitch all your fronts get cracked
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With the back of the gat, out'cha one full of that gat
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Gotta watch out for them niggaz that be pulling off jacks
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Jumping out the stolen ride dressed down in all black
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[Ok] ready to attack any nigga who ain't looking like uppin'
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And fuck it then nigga cop back and bust his shit
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Must of been material things that's more important to him
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It don't matter, nigga fucked around and put spot thru him
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Knot the hole thru him you know how they do him
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Stomach hurting form they habbits, now they coming to do ya
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Pursue you like a short term goal it's necessary
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That's why a nigga like me be on my post with them 2's for him
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 3: Playa]
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Time I catch a fake nigga, I'm a size him up, like
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Where the money, where the dope, bitch give it up
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If I think of one second that ya tryna' press ya luck
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I'm slinging 'em out the chamber with 2 clips to ya gut
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My family gotta eat and my pockets full of dust
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So bitch niggaz get ready for the bum rush
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From the 3 to the East, I'm lurkin' (I'm lurkin')
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With a bunch of hungry niggaz on the line and they working
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Thank it's a game, come on let me catch ya slippin'
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Letting ya nuts hang, that 'K' will have ya slipping
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My daddy told me make a nigga pay attention
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Get the money and the power and the respect and a nigga gettin' some
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Dam a quarter key 'll put a nigga on his feet
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But I rather lamp down and get me a 100 free
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Most niggaz catch it from the blind side
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Cause ya dumb enough to stop at red lights and stop signs
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[Hook x2]
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D-Boys
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504 Boyz |