I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime
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Know what I'm saying?
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Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga
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Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?
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See...
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I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
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Send your weak body floating in the river
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Ways of the day, man nobody knows
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If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
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Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no mo'
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Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope
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See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold
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Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
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Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show
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For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow
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Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
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Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat
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The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
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Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
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Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
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Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho'
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Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas
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Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
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>From tracks to traps, slabs to raps
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Spread a little round', make it all come back
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Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
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And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
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Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
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So get your face up out the floor
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And know that it's real
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Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
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My life day by day, in the way I only should
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So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
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To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path
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To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast
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And in a flash, you back at home
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Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep
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Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
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Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
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It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets
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So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
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Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick
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I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
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Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
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I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
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10% in church, oh it's a business now
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Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit
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Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you would though
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A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro'
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I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
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Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same
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And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
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You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
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They say they know the deal, they say it's all real
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They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
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A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill
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I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil'
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Get it How We Get It
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