| GrusPro in your speakers
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| Gang shit, zone shit, never no hoe shit, you know
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| Let’s go
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| Gang, woo, woo
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| 1996, 16th of July
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| I was born to be a great, someone tell 'em I’m alive
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| I was raised in the hood selling T’s to the Y
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| I was stuck up in the streets, gold teeth and a nine
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| Got my dad’s crib nicked by the jakes couple times
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| And they nicked him for the crack and B-pebs on my line (Go)
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| Sixteen, tryna put a nigga in the sky
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| Cah they took my brother Shine in the middle of the night
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| The Rollie on the wrist don’t tick but it glide
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| You should never ever take away the food you consign
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| The collection, you’re hopin' that they bring it on time
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| Have to show them what’s good, let 'em know it can’t slide
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| If it’s hood shit, know you never gota tell me twice
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| I was raised by some real OG’s, on my life
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| When the poli' looking for us, it be hard for them to find
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| Cah the money long, spendin' long nights on the grind
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| Supreme, Gucci, I’m hangin' with the thugs
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| Trippin' on shrooms, found out how to love
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| I remember when I got my heart broke and it hurt
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| Cah the feds came and I had to flush away the drugs
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| On my A to B shit, no lackin' in the slums
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| Get your head back peeled like an apple or plum
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| If it’s cold outside I been wrappin' up warm
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| And if I ever go broke I’ll be wrappin' up yours
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| And I be with the gang, you know I bring 'em on tour
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| Tour bus jumping, niggas fill it with the broads
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| It was broad day and I heard my niggas hit a lick
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| I was pissed when I found out that my niggas got caught
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| To buy a little time put the shit on pause
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| I was outside selling out the 10's and the scores
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| Them days I would buy a Benz for a draw
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| Now I’m buyin' me an ounce just to smoke when I’m bored
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| Pourin' out liquor for the G’s that be gone
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| And I’m chillin' on the fuckin' Eastside with the bros
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| They ain’t gotta listen to me, they all know
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| I’m a pioneer for the, for the way these kids flow
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| Momma told me I should think about plan B
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| I told her I’ma be the greatest that I can be
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| The rain cleared up, thank God I can see
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| They wanna know me but I’m too anti
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| I’m a fourth side vet in these streets, niggas notice
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| Washin' my hands with this money and it’s progress
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| Sleepin' on the floor in my granny’s, I was hopeless
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| Smoke the blunt, get high then I focus
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| Everybody tellin' me I can’t 'til I show them
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| I never shot him, he was lost in the moment
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| Bitches always fuckin' up my head and my emotion
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| We fucked last night but tomorrow I don’t know them, nah
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| Niggas looking hand outs like I owe them
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| Stay connected, I’m locked to the modem
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| God bless me, told me that I’m chosen
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| I still sin even though I stay woke
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| And it’s O’s on shit and I put it on the line
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| Told 'em I’ma get rich in due time
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| Now I’m spendin' fifty racks like a dime, ay
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| And I ain’t even notice when it go by, let’s go
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| Go, let’s go (Go, go)
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| Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
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| Let’s go
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| Let’s go, let’s go
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| Hmm, hmm, hmm
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| Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm
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| Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm
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| Hmm, hmm |