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look at all these niggas claiming that they're bastards

blud

they've got me in stitches

they're claiming to be hard niggas

must be sipping hard liquor

if inside their feelings

give up

the jiggs up

if giggs is in the fucking building

i've been through shit you've only seen when you robbed pictures

i bet you'd piss yourself if a bullet missed you by inches

and killing off your enemies right now's your only interest

your bussing shots and night or day

to you or me it's no difference

your only problem now is everybody knows your business

the streets are talking

and talking only helps the snitches

we got reason to believe that thompson's involved in these shootings

now the police wanna come in and kick the door out off the hinges

only real niggas can understand the realness

let's have this shit on lock to keep the coppers off your feelers

make sure you've got your shit uncock

on chopper blud i'm

serious

your copper shots have gotta leave 'em bloody as a period

what'd you know about life threatening situations?

i'm bussing for everything 'cause you just ain't got the patience

that's why i'm on the low

but little did i know these little pussyhole feds have got my yard under surveillance

they can watch my crib

they never get nowhere with that

go out the fence

go out the back

i roll and bounce

and dip in cabs

it's time to go and pick up the stash

i'm on the grind with a key full of oz's bulging out my jd bag

that's the way i live

the life that i'm pushing

hustle everyday

hardly any time for my woman

we end things

we can't fall back and land on a cushion

if i fall back

i bang my head

you feeling it cousin?

all i'm tryna do is eat

keep food in the kitchen

but when i come home late

my women keeps moaning and bitching

i've had the hardest fucking day

but you know that they don't listen

if i was broke and stayed at home

you'd know they still fucking moan