[chorus x2]
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I do it for the hustlers, you damn right that im doing it for the niggas who sittin and aint snitchin,
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And all the niggas who gone, I aint forget you, im still here waitin cause you still my nigga.
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[verse 1]
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Hold up, ay, I just sent another kite, to my people thats locked, they say he had another fight (again),
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They say he got 30 days in the hole for beatin a niggas ass for tryin him like a hoe (thats my nigga),
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Treetum gone, all over coke, hit him with conspiracy cause he was on the boat, they say he'll do 15 at the most,
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We prayin for an appeal, but it is what it is, my uncle real, my uncle aint snitchin,
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Thats why I got a free lou shirt with his picture, rich ass niggas nuts cross on a nigga,
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Well fuck how they feel nigga I still miss you (i still miss you), I represent it,
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For niggas like chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and those who aint livin,
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And anybody else that died in the struggle, and anybody else behind bars cause they hustle.
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[chorus x2]
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[verse 2]
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Im doin this one for the thugs, and them niggas on the corner every morning gettin money,
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Yes sir, and those who died by the gun, and now they dead and gone, im doin this one for the deaf, the crippled, and blind,
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For those who went strong, and they lost they mind, im doin this one for the low income, the slaws, the homies, the basers, and bongs,
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For the good, they got to suffer with the bad, and for the mother of the child with the dead beat dad,
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For my lil brother who was just in the crash, now he cant feel his arms or his legs, man,
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Im doin this one for the tears that were shed, for all the niggas that was sentenced to the state or the feds,
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To all the does who was givin they bows after talkin to the door while they homeboys told
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[chorus x2]
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[verse 3]
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Listen bra I know you waitin on that day to jump, but keep ya head up boy because its soon to come,
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Cause you know the streets miss you they ask about you errday, so you gotta maintian,
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Get up out this okay, though I know you hot cause your homeboys shittin on ya, fuck them niggas tho,
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You dont need em on the real homie, real, real, you already know what it is, bein locked up niggas dont give a fuck,
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Only real niggas gon keep it treal with you, and you know im blood, what you need im'a get you,
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Cuz ima hold it down on some real shit nigga, bein caged in the pen aint for a real nigga,
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True fact not fictions, im all in, do ya time like a G fuck what the streets said,
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The way you drugged gurantee youl be on ya feet man, aint no bullshit bra, you will see I aint playin.
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[chorus x2]
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[verse 4]
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You see I do it for the hustle, and the niggas who stood over pots and watched that shit bubble,
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And them niggas stood on the block and watched that money double, and the ones who stood up to cops and aint said nothin,
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Look, aint that many alive, but I know plenty ridin, my lil brother locked up, doin 25,
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And when I get some change ima try and change that, and just to think about the niggas I cant bring back,
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And can we please have a moment of silence, for all the niggas thats no longer around us,
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For all the niggas that pro-longed in the county and metro-s and TGK and star-k, nigga we block raised,
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Cops couldnt stop pay, we got rocks so we open up shop today, times is hard, plus life is a mothafucka,
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We gotta ride low-key and ride under cover.
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[chorus x2]
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Dont think your forgotten about, counting down until you get out, until then were holding it down, were doing this for you.
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You Damn Right
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| Trick Daddy |
