(Hook)
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Pistols and robberies and strippers from follies,
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A few bricks from papi, lambos and raris,
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Chevyes and caddys and cutless supremes,
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These are a few of our favorite things.
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(Verse)
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None of us was a custom of living rich
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Unless you was a hustler, hustler flipping bricks,
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Got a quarter pound to me, to got switches and sticks,
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Never claimed to be a saint so I baggin them bitches and nicks,
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Come from Christmas they wasn¡¯t give me shit,
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I was running the streets, I was physically fit,
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I swear to God, I punch a nigga dead in the tongue
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If you say me and my nigga wasn¡¯t hitting them licks,
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Maintenance man if you ever needed the fix,
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Though we needed new clothes, and we needed new kicks,
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Plus an old school Chevrolet, deuces on the escalade,
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The freshest jaze and the stripper whole name Desiree
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Frame you new with the big face bazzle,
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40 cal and the 38 special, ¡¯cause it¡¯s so shit in the street
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That a nigga can¡¯t settle, ¡¯cause we all think on the same level
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Now what we love.
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(Hook) x2
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Pistols and robberies and strippers from follies,
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A few bricks from papi, lambos and raris,
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Chevyes and caddys and cutless supremes,
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These are a few of our favorite things.
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(Verse)
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When I was young I got locked up for a benny
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Kicking dough of the hand just like it¡¯s TNT
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Strong on you for your shoes call it GNC
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¡®Cause I knew it wasn¡¯t nothing for me underneath the tree
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I¡¯ve been a dream chaser since a teenager,
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Blue color but I¡¯m attracted to green paper,
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I bought a black strap ¡¯cause it make me seem safer
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Amend them ill town, niggas won¡¯t hesitate the cremate you
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Y¡¯all out he¡¯s selling chickens like the shit is hairless,
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Go to jail and start singing like a christmas carol
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Got more muscle in the streets than the ¡¯96 camaro
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Gun play don¡¯t kill more people than the sicker cell,
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Huh, rest in peace to my nigga Gerald,
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The line between life and death is really narrow
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What you know about the shoot ups outside the waffle house
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Every time I ride my pockets this is all they talk about.
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(Hook) x2
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Pistols and robberies and strippers from follies,
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A few bricks from papi, lambos and raris,
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Chevyes and caddys and cutless supremes,
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These are a few of our favorite things.
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Favorite Things
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