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Yo, it's 3:25 in the
My baby mom yawning
Kiss my daughter on the forehead
said, beeper goes off
Five hundred, it's Bust
In God We Trust one bites the dust

Hey Ramp, that!
I was 'bout to see cat
niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we over the gat
The way niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only to react
the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, down
I'll be there in minutes
1-51 at St. Nick
I'm quick
I tell my baby mom I to go
I out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo'
Driving through South, yo, we takin' war
on the run
Always running for cover when its
I'm out for now
But all that shit is
Fuck with the clik, the way we get down
If your violatin', you lost, you never be found
whatever on missing persons
Any minute them niggas gon' feel of my squads gats bursting
I the tri-borough bridge
In my fat land my two nines and my mans
second from the spot
I cross the from the parking lot
My finger is hot
I'm seeing Bust in a phone
Niggas on the
Spiff is in the range
The atmosphere
Lord's in the with machine guns, big ones
Now we 'bout to mad fun
Me and the whole squad up,
shit about to heat up
Went the whole entire up
Blast the car seat-er
My enemies wouldn't even be you
I see you, me down
I knowing that my crew
We gon' see who be the last
we creep all over the place
Looking for
In case, see him, rinse my whole up in his face
As my squad hold post down
We waiting for them to pass through
Carefully timing the way we put it on their whole
Aeiyo, Bust give me the
I'm for you, close to you
in and blood out
We goin' all out, bullets ringing out
Guns is spraying out
Yo Bust, hit the layflat
You my nigga to the end I gotcha
around quick
Oh shit!
You blasting, grazed me on the hip
Lord Have Mercy dumped on a nigga
Suck his whole shit, his whole busting
Shit ain't going according to
Goddamn, my jam
Nigga standing behind me
I think I'm caught up on a
I think I need to to Lord, my soul to keep
Dis about to fry my head
My crew into a rage
Spliff lifted this nigga, putting two his rib cage
Yo,
Aeiyo, I see them coming, now I'm dumbing
We dead three niggas already the two we leaving bloody
So much drama this fucking money
The way this situation end it wasn't funny
Trying to rob nigga because I was fucking hungry
But if you try to test let's blast a nigga in a
Me and my squad bounce and left the fucking ugly

[Anthony & The Chosen Generation]:
Things we be doin' for
Livin' in the street you're hungry
The way you to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't for tomorrow
Things we be doin' for
Livin' in the street when you're
The way you to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but live for tomorrow

Things we be doin' for
Livin' in the when you're hungry
The way you to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but live for tomorrow