| I got fronted a half a brick, he told me that was his last
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| And he kinda in some shit, so we need that fast
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| I thought about it, picked up the phone, I did the math
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| 55 a gram, sell 'em for 90, that’s 20 cash
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| I ain’t really need the paper, I looked at it as a favor
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| Up top together, cell next to his, we was neighbors
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| I respected his gangster, he respected my hustle
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| Every time I came through to cop, I was buying double
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| Had a nigga with a spot, fronted half of what I got
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| Homey need that money, he gon' run through that quarter block
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| Never no bullshit, he always paid me fast
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| But damn, 3 weeks passed and I ain’t heard from his ass
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| Fuck it, I’ma pull up on him when I come from the building
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| But when I got to my spot, the door was kicked off the hinges
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| I pulled the pound off my hip, put one in the head
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| Anybody still there when I come in, they dead
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| I walked in, cabinets open, and the drawers was empty
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| Last time I checked, the stash in the wall was 50
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| Goddamn, fuck, now I’m heated
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| But wait, stay calm, now I’m thinking
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| Rolled a blunt, grab my other gun, now I’m tweaking
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| Somebody close, I know it. | 
| Hit the hood, now I’m creeping
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| I got some more bad news just to add to the problem
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| The one that owe me locked in jail, that’s why I can’t find him
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| It’s bad timing, and that’s gonna hurt me
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| Down to my last 10, and I owe him 30
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| Truthfully, what would you do if you was me?
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| I took a bigger loss, ain’t like I bought jewels and sneaks
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| I know the rules of the hood, I don’t abuse the streets
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| And I accept the consequences if I choose to cheat
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| I took mine and laid low and kept goons with me
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| That’s how a day on the East Side usually be, ahhh
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| I see pictures on the wall, Bible on the coffee table
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| Bible on the coffee table
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| I see pictures on the wall, Bible on the coffee table
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| Bible on the coffee table
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| I don’t regret it, no, I don’t regret it
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| Hard decisions had to be made to get to where I’m headed
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| Some niggas want the fame, some niggas want the credit
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| The streets will eat you alive but only if you let it
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| I see pictures on the wall, Bible on the coffee table
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| I pray my next deal put a meal across the table
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| Drinkin' champagne, sittin' at the bosses' table
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| Gotta grind before you shine, nigga, that’s the laws of nature
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| I see pictures on the wall, Bible on the coffee table
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| Looked Judas in his eye, like, you gon' cross us, ain’t you?
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| Rise to the top, and when you drop that fall get fatal
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| I keep them shooters with me, protect me like a Charlie’s Angel |