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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.

Ha ha, Suckas

Thug life bitch