{Tec-9}
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I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
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No time for slippin' no time to get laid
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Got to get mine, get it with the Tec-9
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Nigga's on the come up, come up, come up
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Ya see, time's ain't gettin' no better my momma
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Want to take on another job, but I won't let her
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Raised up without my daddy cuz he left me in eighty four
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I was to hard for my momma to deal with me so I
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Slung all night, and slept all day
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Can't figure out, how I turned out that way
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Somebody come and help me, my foot is all ready in the grave
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What will it take for a nigga to get paid
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Wasn't born with no silver spoon in my mouth
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Without a doubt I'm strugglin'
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Fuck doin' bad, I'm drug smugglin'
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But never the less, I got to get my momma out of there
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I got a job, just to show her that I care
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The player hate'n gettin' bad but it's good
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These hoes is schemin' on me they up to no good
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Throwin' babies on me, reppin' on me
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Talkin' shit to they friend's, bitches think that I'm broke
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But I stack my end's, the money came quick, though it was a lil' dirty
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I put my money with Tee and copped the whole birdie
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Slangin' that shit like it was hot when will it stop
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My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm obligated to live like that
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The dope game is kind of shady, go to do good for my
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Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, I always ask my momma
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She told me, part of comin' up is to survive the drama
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I feel I was put o the test, I ain't about fallin'
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No struggle no progress I'm only about ballin'
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{Yella Boy}
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No struggle no progress when I struggle I can't progress
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To kickin' it, pushin' it and fightin' try'na come the fuckin' best
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But you don't hear me though, so I'm a let you know bout my blue
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Here we go again up that ladder, stuck in the middle see
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It's the gushy attitude, that makes me once O-N-E
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But some serious business shit known as the nine five
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Patrol on the scene it's it's the I can't let 'em slide
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Save up on some cash Incas I got to make bail
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Is it a twig, go up to the window at the jail bail
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Nigga ain't about the K shut the fuck up or I'ma have to shot
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See I'm on the real, no grill no smile just play that Third Ward boo
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Now leave it or love it all the hoe shit I'ma above it
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Cuz if it's a chase I crack yo face mother fuck it no struggle no progress
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{Lil' Ya}
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Comin' up you know a nigga struggle hard
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Slangin' rock's everyday in the Third Ward
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The game faded, but it didn't fade my way
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Cuz I was to small, I had heart down from the start since
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The age of five, I was an artist, never took the easy way
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Always took the hardest, Now I'm twenty one and I'm almost
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On my feet, can't get no job, I got six gold teeth
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What the fuck I'ma do, I'm almost twenty two
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Motherfuck them white folk's I'm a sign with the "U"
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Want some talent show's then we made a single
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Drop 6th and Baronne then all them hoes wanted to mingle
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All on a nigga dick, try'na get a nigga end's
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Never was around when I didn't have no dividends
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Everything I do, I do it my best remember this sayin'
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No struggle no progress
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No Struggle No Progress
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