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big time (Uh oh uh uh oh)

Yea, I pay people to pay my bills
Shit, I be too busy working major deals
See, I'm a jack of hearts trade I got major
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day,
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day,
worried, no need to lie
I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry
Nowhere to rest I'm losin' homies, ain't that a b****
When I was rich I had
That's what I said when I got out my last deal
Some people can't relate
Sleep is the cousin of death, that is some Nas shit
And when it's cold outside
That's what I said when I got out my last deal
Some people can't relate
Sleep is the cousin of death, that is some Nas s***
And when it's cold outside
That's what I said when I got out my last deal
Some people can't relate
Sleep is the cousin of death, that is some Nas shit
And when it's cold outside
ain't starvin' like Marvin and won't see no roach
When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
Bought by
to find some kil'
Ain't no big deal, just hop in the Seville
Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill
Wake up in the morning and I have weed still
You're small mi-nute, gotta death to deal with aces up 
You overbidded and in the Bridge you go stuck 
This ain't a card game but in perspective it's
Pass them cards for me to shuffle
Everytime before you deals
Then if anything's wrong, I must see
'Cause I mean, you always ain't no, er
Keep playin'
still ‘chea
Yea I been down but I’m still here
I can’t play the sidelines
Yea I can deal with the pain
Cause you ain’t winning ‘less they hollerin’ ya
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
through the valley of the shadow of death
I exist even when no things are left
Vibrations transcend space and time
Pure at heart because I deal with
to compliment the deals, that's a good look
Anything you cop I'll split the bill, that's a good look
Better yet a hood look, believe me, ladies that's a good
The big problem is the main attraction
Dominoes are falling in a chain reaction
The scraping subject ruled by fear told me
Whiskey works better
a bottle
Ain't droppin nothing 
The hoe gonna swallow
Then fuck you to death 
Like she fucking herself
And really don't need your help by a god damn
what? Terror Squad what?
I ain't a rapper
I just bust a lot, off the top
What, yo, yo

The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
I love niggas
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
My homeboyz, the only thing a nigga got left

I love my niggas to death, we ain't
Yes, Lord, it's all good, you know I hustle
In the tanktop with no muscle, all in the hood
And roll dice by the elevator, and post up
And wait there,
bloodshot eyes

Each jerk we kill, our hearts grows colder
I could shoot all day, doesn't hurt my shoulder

I drive all the time, it's no big deal
Open
'cause I deal, nigga
A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga
The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas
If you one hundred, then you
my wilder friends
Looking for some other way to fly

And three days straight was no big feat
Could get by with no food or sleep
And crazy was
I want me a mill
To see just how it feel
No worries bout no bills, negotiatin' deals
Buy me some shit
Stuntin' in this bitch
Twenties be on hit
the shit just spit now it's dirt
Death pressing ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work
Stand by the grand high exalted
At your door with