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yeah, I'm still just hustling, man | I don't know about y'all, it's going down then | You see, I've been doing this shit, so, this shit ain't nothing…
yeah, I'm still just hustling, man I don't know about y'all, it's going down then You see, I've been doing this shit, so, this shit ain't nothing equal Let's go Word on the town, that you niggas snitching Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope Word on the town, that you niggas going broke Chop up buzz, we kill this shit, no twenty two's, no Emmitt Smith Pulled out on you and let it rip, killed y'all dogs, like Michael Vick Yellow tape, first forty eight, don't give a fuck if they catch a case Done gunplays in broad daylight, no mask on they barren face Barren face when we get them, don't become a victim Shoulda used his intuition when I caught him slipping Open banana peel ass, nigga, we got your number Put them in the trunk, treat them like some Louie luggage Just in case a nigga think he finna take mine Imma give his ass a clip, tell the pussy, nigga, take five Real street niggas, get it how they live Cut that gangsta shit out, cause that ain't who you is Niggas telling, aw, man, they ain't getting money How you get caught up for a strap and tell on your homie Nigga, there's rules to this game and you ain't living by them Like you don't talk about them drugs, if you really buy them You don't talk about them goons, if you really got them And you don't talk about them bodies, if they really dropping You from where I'm from, you don't do no talking When the police come, we just change the topic In my hood niggas really robbing You get your brains blown off, if you don't use precaution Take off your head just be like what the cost is In Pittsburgh it's Taylor Gang and nigga I'm a boss man, uh Word on the town, that you niggas snitching Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches Jackers in Port Arthur talking 'bout taking mines If you run up on that Bentley, bitch, your life is on the line Yeah, bitch, I'm on parole, but that thing in my possession Ain't gon' be no ho and pimping, ain't gon' be no disrespecting And I don't owe you niggas shit and I don't need no new buddies I don't wanna fuck your bitch, cause the ho is too slutty Jaws too nutty, kiss her lips, you eat a dick I ain't came out here to play, I'm out here representing this shit I'm not the king of the south, y'all can fight over the title But I got more hoes calling me, than American Idol Young Pimp C holding it down, come around with that fuck shit We'll leave you shaking on the ground
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