| For the suckas that hate me Keep my gun up off safety, while you actin all shady
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| Baby, thats where the snakes be Oozi still in my pelli
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| Its Esham, not Alizam
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| Butter man, bitch swearing hard out the gutta lane
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| Run tell your mother man, the muthafucking cutter man
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| Its just another mothafucking brother strugglin
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| «UH"one time for Biggie
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| «UH UH UH"three times for Pac, and it dont stop
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| When i set up shop, I bought my glock fresh up out the box
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| Up out the plastic, situations drastic
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| Don’t fuck around and get stretched like elastic
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| Once the glock Austria seventeen blasted
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| I put the bastard in his casket
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| Now they wrapping another up in plastic.
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| Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
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| and i’m tryin to get mine
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| Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
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| and i’m steady with the nine
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| Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
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| and i’m steady on the grind
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| Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
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| hard times
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| Hard times
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| I found a dead body on the way to school
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| I told nobody 'bout it, man I thought it was cool
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| I went and visited it, and talked with it, made it my friend
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| Until it smelled so fuckin bad I couldnt handle it man
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| My daddy was a hard worker, always hussling change
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| Because he drank so much, I think he drowned his brain
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| The only time we ever spoke was when he was beating my ass
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| He slapped my momma up, and grabbed her purse and dipped in for cash
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| It dont stop, tick tock until the break of dawn
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| A crooked-ass pig-cop i’m quick to break your arm
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| I climbed up into a tree at five-thirty AM
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| I’m huntin hay-am, pig-skinner good god damn
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| Somebody tried to kill me, but they missed, and pissed
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| The shit they ass when the black glass hollowtips hissed
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| And I blew his head clean off, his hat landed on his neck
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| And I thought, «Look at that»
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| Hard times
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| Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
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| and i’m tryin to get mine
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| Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
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| and i’m steady with the nine
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| Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
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| and i’m steady on the grind
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| Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
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| hard times
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| Marinating with my forearms hanging out the jail bars
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| Bitch, I ain’t no Mel Fahr
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| I aint no superstar
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| But nontheless, he in a cell right next to me
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| I seen him sellin hot cars on this lot right on Court TV
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| So i sit back on my slab thinking «What the fuck?»
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| Toilet paper roll for a pillow, «How'd I get locked up?»
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| Was it the stalking, or maybe the murders?
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| Oh shit, maybe the booty-stabbing of Kim mathers?
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| Naw, it couldn’t be, she was cool with that shit
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| On top of that, when i pulled out, she sucked on my dick (illlll)
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| Could it have been the gat in my sock? |
| (Nah)
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| Could it been the block getting hot? |
| (Nah)
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| Could it be about the snitch getting caught? |
| (Nah)
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| Could it have been about stinkin body rot? |
| (Yeah!)
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| I could of killed or I could of killed time
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| But I chose number one, now i’m doin hard time.
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| Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
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| and i’m tryin to get mine
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| Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
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| and i’m steady with the nine
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| Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
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| and i’m steady on the grind
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| Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
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| hard times |