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[ Slimm Calhoun ]Y'all playin with this gameAnd it's a damn shameYeah[ Slimm Calhoun ]This game real, boy, you can get scarred and barred in itIf your heart ain't in it, caught up in this world spinninBefore you started you was finished, dehydrated and deplenishedNiggaz is all washed up without a swallow in they cupCause everytime a chicken cluck, you trickin a buckYou pressed your luck and got stuck, fuckin up the re-upThat's the ones with big talk and no gameSpendin chips but no changeAll the dope and no caineWar stories but no painThe same ones that pop lip then flag shipThen gotta hip skip before real niggaz pop clipsYou better hop hip[ CHORUS ](Well, well, well, wellWell, well, well, well)[ KM ] Niggaz slum and slimmed out[ SC ] Chevy's is primed out[ KM ] Hit traps and grind out[ SC ] What's poppin, let's find out(Well, well, well, wellWell, well, well, well)[ KM ] College Park [ SC ] to Adamsville[ KM ] Calhoun [ SC ] and Killa Kill[ KM ] Got 'dro and plenty pills[ SC ] Cuttin blows, hoes and dip(Well, well, well, wellWell, well, well, well)[ Killer Mike ]In God I trust and in the crowds I bustSmokin weed to calm down, I'm so blown off dustIt's harder to feel pain when my brains is mushI know it's fucked up how fathers turn they back on usAnd our sick sad mamas smoking crack on upSlime-ass po-po right in the back of usConnected muthafuckas got better crack than usBut rich muthafuckas ain't gon' mash like usHear sirens coming and continue to bust[ Slimm Calhoun ]Lustful ways, livin in these mistrustful daysWho said crime don't pay, niggaz out here cockin k'sDon't drop, they spray, one shot, you lay, toxic wasteOne pine box, one case, I'll block yo place[ Killer Mike ]I beat niggaz senseless for Jordans and sixty dollarsPinned hoes' toes to the earlobes and collarsIn the back of a I'mpala, all to deliver painTwist her frame and hear her hollerSo savage that it's gettin harderFor me to see redemption in tomorrowSo far from God that I'm finding righteous paths hard to followI'm gulping vodka, I'm killin sorrow in the bottom of a sky bottleSo depressed and sick andSlimm young and giftedI'm just sick and twisted[ CHORUS ][ Slimm Calhoun ]Corner-clockin, in the backroom work-choppinFrom Biscayne to Boat rockin, one-stop shoppinGuarded by glock and cash, ain't no stoppinThey party pill-droppin till all the drawers droppin'dro-ed up, my niggaz stay poured up, sho nuffHold up, big bank we fold up, so who wanna roll up?We got that heat, so you better drop that beefBefore they pop and sweep your whole block in one heapStay at the gun show in a Range cockin new thangsLike we out west, playa, down to whoo-bangCome on![ CHORUS ]more