[Intro:]
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As I ride through the city streets
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Forty-five on my lap A-K on my backseat
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Smokin a fat ass swisher sweet
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Then I ask myself, Will I survive?
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[Verse 1:]
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How can I tell you Imma stop sellin bricks
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That's that way man choose to pay his rent
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Shit its hard to get a job gettin out the pen
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Then they wonder why we right back in that bitch again
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Try to peace talk, and sit down like men
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But then theres always a friend that be like fuck them
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So the guns bust, and the body must fall
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Nothing can stop it not even Farakan balls
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Its a shame tho, and what I came in the game fo
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I really done slang dope, so really I'm thankful
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To be in a position to make a thug listen
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Aint no tellin who gon come up missin or go to prison
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You can run from it, try to hide it from your peers
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Let em hear bout it, before they go see what it is
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I can give it to you, tell you bout what I done did
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Even though Im gettin money yall this is how I live, fo real
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[Chorus: x2]
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Still on the block lookin for a better way
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Its safe to say Im thuggin till my death day
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Every gangsta in the world let us all pray
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Then put in work homie, thug till ya death day
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[Verse 2:]
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Now everybody in the race for the first place
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They gave D twenty years for his first case
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We form gangs to protect our hood
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If the police could lock us all up they would
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But we dont trip tho, just pray to God we da picked folk
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Relying on side hustles to get dope
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Aint nobody rich, even if you workin with some millions
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You need more money to support your cost of livin
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See we dont cry in the hood no more
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Aint really too much I aint seen before
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Crackhead Fred said he'd kill for a nigga
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When it came down to it, he did for a nigga
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That don't get no realer cuz yall niggas ran
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You was the only man with a gun in ya hand
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Good thang that I dont trust a nigga with my life
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Fill the clip with hollow tips we ridin tonight
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[Chrous x2]
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[Outro:]
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Every neighborhood, every project, every block in the motherfuckin world
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We gotta ride niggas, its us against the motherfuckin police
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Aint no love, a man is only as good as his word
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Death is something that comes for us all
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What you scared fo? Nigga what you scared fo?
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Gangsta, holla when you see me
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Thug Till Ya Death Day
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Young Buck |