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Tell me, how many real muthafuckas feel me
I smoke a blunt and freak the funk
Till these jealous mutha-fuckas kill me.
From out the gutter, Thank I`m here though
I`m one-sixty-five
Stayin high till i die
My competition is evil
cause i could give a fuck about you.
You better duck.
Or i`ll be forced to hit your ass up,
I gives a fuck.
I`m sick inside my mind, why they sweat me?
Its gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops
To come and get me
Niggas know I ain`t the one to sleep on
I`m under pressure
I got to sleep by my piece, extra clips beside my dresser
Word to god I`ve been ready to die
since I was born
I don`t want no shit
But niggas tripping, Yo it`s on
open fire on my adversaries, don`t even worry
Better have on a vest, aim for ya chest, then your burried
Its a mans world, niggas get played
Another stray, hope I live to see another day, HEY
I`m gettin sweated by these undercovers
who can I trust, got my mama stressing
Thinkin its a drug bust
Gotta get paid, but all the dramas thats attached
We`re Livin the drug life, thug life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when its time to shoot`em
Don`t even ask, thats the Consquences when your living fast
6 bricks of tricks for my niggas
I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope,
bring me 6 figures
Is it a bust, I hear the sirens,
Run for cover
over the fence and Open Fire.
These muthafuckas on my ass, I`m in traffic
Will it be tragic, im coming round the corner like I`m magic
Doing ninety on the freeway
And hitting swithces,
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don`t turn around, I ain`t giving up
Cause they don`t worry me.
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Running out of gas time to park it
I`m on foot, we in the hood,
How the fuck they gonna catch a crook?
I got away cause I`m clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor
Now you know playas stick together
I watch the scene from the roof top
Spittin Oogies at the cops that persue me
Beyatch, I`ll be a hustla till its over, mutha-fucka
Open Fire on you bustas.
Don`t try to follow me
I`m headed out of state.
I gotta pay my fuckin bills,
So I`m transporting weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga
And now we rollin, dropping keys like they stolen
Tell me who do you fear ?
I`m outta town till they coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year.
They got me runnin from the police
No where to go, with the lights out, Rolling down a dirt road
But I ain`t going alive,I rather die than be a convict
I rather fire on my target.
I hit the corner doing 90,
ahh shit, them bitches right behind me
they take a shot and hit my fuckin tire.
NOW
I jump out the car and open fire.