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I trust) I been fucked by so many damn managers While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras) All this music I done gave
want to call mom Dukes But mom Dukes is fed, fed up with the shit you did She knows that you shot and she knows that you cripples kids But who`s
all my people roll blunted Your man froze when I rolled up I symbolize death like a cobra Attacks your life here it's over Black you effed up Never
And feds are running through the door shouting "We have reports of an argument with a woman" There's blood all over the floor and it's splattered onto
Paco Jesus We got that fire Feds tappin all the calls he got a wire You put ya right hand on the Bible you is a liar OBM gang up on the scene you
fucking moment that you live Start bakin’ after resisting the pigs Start wakin up all of the little kids We’ve takin enough, lies from their lips Tokin
Oh my god what the fuck oh my god it's all love Sometimes we do it for the kids other times we gotta do it for us Somebody always wanna tell you you
I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps But they're all playing roles just like Omar Epps I see so many players I wonder where the coach is
to pretend, yeah Get bands, get bands, spend it all on my friends Gon' pull me up, pull me up, pull me up And never let me down (they never let me down)
for raises Took me six hours to count it, bubble wrap it up and tape it All my bitches want allowance, plug askin' me for favors I been out of town
Call of Duty, we condemning the kids Defenders defending themselves, and it's awful to think anyone really is innocent All of us put a percent, into all
the abyss And if it don't make dollars then it don't make no cents And if I don't got the Mula then I can't pay the rent Y'all boys were spoon fed You ain't
[chorus] I've never had love for the feds, But I've always had love my slum, I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids So all my people
up by death's broom And that your sun would set soon Death broke into our house And stole my tongue It robbed you of your ears The house is quiet Our
and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get
feeling life's so hopeless Are you living life's so hopeless Are we living life's so hopeless So hopeless So focus! Every time I come up with a Vision
Days shorter Nights are colder Feeling like life is over These snakes Strike Like a Cobra The worlds hot My son got knocked Evidently Its
My youngins grew up in the bricks Never ending got shit on my list Out the way, you get hit by a stick Mm, backdoor hit by a bitch You ain't never
jacket with lights in the back of it Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo I'm 2004 beyond the average club music
huddled up against us Draco knock they crowd loose All these trials never break me down These the last two yerks, I chewed them first before I found
I used to know a kid, a real cool cat Ended up a fuckin’ junkie in a funky backpack Fucked up sweatsuit that didn’t even match Leader of the Dirty
kids have all backed down and they put you first in line. And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are -- And take your place in a wiser world
there'll never be a freebie Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task Valenzuela on the pitch,
Gon' be hard to equal This for the hustlers who got on And fed all they peoples My niggas stand up, my Glock shoot straight Crime do pay These Nike boxes
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