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See nigga we out for a reason
ain't thuggin, because, they like the look nigga
Or they like to be on these nigga
Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat where I'm from
Ca$hville, nigga

One]
I had to step back and regroup myself, overlook
And see how much juice was left cause niggaz for me
Revolvers to fullies increasin my ki'
game from Baby watchin old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go with this uzi
To keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the choosin
Niggaz refusin feel heat first, shit gets deeper
See when we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo'
The job is done when you get
calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all alone
My can quickly change potnah
Heads get bust open like Priest he poppin bottles
No role models to look up to when you raised
Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different
Trade that 57 and get yourself two K's
Then let a know how much mo' you made in two days

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]

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How can a nigga blame another nigga for the way he would
His operation led to destination sand
Some niggaz playin with me are to stand behind their steel
up and break up what was organized for years
Shed tears, when white folks hand a a L
Ball up and fuck all up a nigga
Beeper low, when you put in a Duracell
Put it in your mind, cause the first sign they on the trail
Where I dwell, there's money shit be hard to tell
who doin the yap so they tappin up the cells
you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' bills
Now you to the projects, shit out here gettin real
Somebody lackin they skills and they street
Ain't no playboy, they life dark
It takes one star, one car, one who made it far
One thug, one grudge and it's life bars

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Three]
I stand all man nigga, a child in age
I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get
want you in the shade but when you come out and shine
then here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what mine?
I never signed a dotted line, just let me be
T.I.P. took me and we headed to the highest peak
I might as well just speak, for the soldiers with
Load your artillery, prepare to put guns up
You it'll get to this, Bowre told me it would
Said it's all good no more, puttin on your hood
Still the same that stay beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these bitches then these won't test
A meal ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm for
And in my quest for chips, there's some shit you ignore
So I up the 4, if you want it then let it be
All these fake tryin to be just like me

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