| It go one for all my people in the pen doing time
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| Stupid niggas that was force to do a life of livin crime
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| If you gotta do, whatever, just to keep a little cheddar
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| (Makin Moves y’all, Makin Moves y’all)
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| I’m going thru the levels of hell, where life get token by a drug sale
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| Weigh ya grams on ya scale, holdin block for real
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| Shootin niggas out to kill, savin money for bail
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| While the takes make ya squeal, beat you down til you ill
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| It’s a struggle muthafucka, when you walk wit ya steel
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| While the base heads lookin for someone that deal
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| While my Ryan died tryin to eat his last meal
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| Seen it come and go, many succeed, but some bleed
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| Goin day by day, carryin works like a disease
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| Do you get the picture, the basic fact, why we strapped
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| While little kids kidnapped, and cars get jacked
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| Bring it to a man that could never help you wit that
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| I’m on the road to the riches, bitches countin my stack
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| Keep the red eyes, and shootin bullets back to back
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| Hypnotize smokin la, sometime it feels like pipe
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| I gotta get mind, you gotta get yours, by all cause
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| That’s why I sit back and smoke my reefer listen what the Gods teach ya Fuck a preacher, holdin guns’ll great ya Streets make it hard to survive, so most die
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| Some niggas is paralyzed, catchin slugs in they spine
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| Do the mankind, holdin my nine, commitin crimes
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| Sometime my mind relax, leave the block then come back
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| It’s all affected way cracks and little kids packin gat
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| Bitches fuckin for stat, New York is wild like that
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| Perhaps you got an open cause judge in ya face
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| Sister made a mistake, got you layin upstate
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| 5 to 15, holdin ya ox, from gettin wop
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| While somebody else fuckin ya girl right on ya block
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| Niggas bustin that cops for props
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| These streets is hot, sawed-off shotguns and weed spots
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| Snitches that eavesdrop, first of all started hard rocks
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| Stealin outta car, last night they talk nonstop, word |