Sitting in the studio apartment, room full of clothes,
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Music equipment and garbage from the last food I just went through,
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Spent my last on that shit ¡®cause the nigger been starving
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Still getting high, keep a bad serve on,
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Once I get this phone call imma get this work gone
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Imma get this work off, get my rampage,
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The land lord stay tripping ¡®cause the rent late.
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I swear to God, man, I can¡¯t stand that bitch face,
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She kicked me out, now I¡¯m staying at my bitch place.
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She hold it down for a nigger in a big way,
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But she bad as fuck and got big cake.
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My pockets hurting and she know I need fresh gear,
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She give me half of the money when the check clear,
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I don¡¯t know what she tripping, talking about ain¡¯t shit,
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Had to break it with the bitch in a quick year.
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Now I¡¯m sleeping on a couch in my little nigger house,
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God, how the hell I even get here?
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I need some quick, quick cash and a quick, leak gash
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Anything, just to get rich fast.
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And to the people made me slow down,
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Handcuffed in the back of a truck now,
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Jail cell is where they trying to make my home now,
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Wait ¡®till I get this bail money from a phone dial.
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I¡¯m just hoping that they¡¯re picked up,
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Collect all when I hear a
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One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings,
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Nigger, pick up.
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I¡¯m in a line of fire, and niggers taking shots in me,
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Niggers taking shots, but I¡¯m sitting here right back,
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Niggers ain¡¯t stopping me,
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No, I can¡¯t stop, if it¡¯s like this right now,
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Imagine how the top gonna be,
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Imagine how the top gonna be,
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All I know is niggers ain¡¯t stopping me.
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No one ain¡¯t stopping me.
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Hard times , I¡¯m familiar with ¡®em,
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I¡¯m going through some things now, but I¡¯m dealing with ¡®em,
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I had to drop a couple friends, wasn¡¯t feeling niggers,
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You know I only play the cards, got deal me, nigger.
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Be on the road with my dogs try to make it crack,
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I do a 20 minute show just to make some stacks.
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Remember when I couldn¡¯t find a booth ¡®cause I couldn¡¯t find a loop,
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Dress to impress, but couldn¡¯t even buy some food.
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Ramming noodles from the 99 cents stove,
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Making beans, ¡®cause the dream was to get more.
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Double time on my tempo,
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I had to speed up, be up, ¡®cause they don¡¯t wanna see me up.
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I had to get up, get out, now I¡¯m kicking my feet up,
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Underrating my style but tell ¡®em all speak up.
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Imma shake up the world and wake ¡®em when I creep out.
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Let me shout out the LS, you know that we up,
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See, pain in the scars all happen like so,
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For my age I¡¯m all down, better act like you don¡¯t know,
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Sail away from the snitches, niggers acting like hoes
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And away from the cops, they always on the watch.
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Yeah, you know the people make you slow down,
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Handcuff you in the back of a truck now,
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Jail cell is where they trying to make my home now,
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Pray that you can get bail money through the phone dial,
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Better pray that they¡¯re pick up,
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Collect call when I hear a
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One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings,
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Nigger, pick up.
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I¡¯m in a line of fire, and niggers taking shots in me,
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Niggers taking shots, but I¡¯m sitting here right back,
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Niggers ain¡¯t stopping me,
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No, I can¡¯t stop, if it¡¯s like this right now,
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Imagine how the top gonna be,
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Imagine how the top gonna be,
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All I know is niggers ain¡¯t stopping me.
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No one ain¡¯t stopping me.
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Line Of Fire
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| Chase N. Cashe |
