| I don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
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| I’m living every day like a hustle
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| Another drug to juggle
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| Another day another struggle
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| I don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
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| I’m living every day like a hustle
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| Another drug to juggle
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| Another day another struggle
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| I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
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| Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
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| People look at you like you’s the user
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| Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser
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| But they don’t know about the stress-filled day
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| Baby on the way mad bills to pay
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| That’s why you drink Tanqueray
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| So you can reminisce and wish
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| You wasn’t living so devilish shit
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| I remember I was just like you
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| Smoking blunts with my crew
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| Flipping oldies 62s
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| 'Cause GED wasn’t BIG, I got PAID
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| That’s why my moms hate me
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| She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
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| Then I figured out nicks went for twenty down south
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| Packed up my tools for my raw power move
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| Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
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| For chumps trying to stop my flow
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| And what they don’t know will show on the autopsy
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| Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
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| Asked for some consignment and he wasn’t trying to hear it
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| Smoking mad Newports 'cause I’m due in court for an assault
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| That I caught in Bridgeport, New York
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| Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
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| You better have your gat in hand
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| 'Cause man
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| I don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
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| I’m living every day like a hustle
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| Another drug to juggle
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| Another day another struggle
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| I don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
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| I’m living every day like a hustle
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| Another drug to juggle
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| Another day another struggle
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| I had the master plan
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| I’m in the caravan on my way to Maryland
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| With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects
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| They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs
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| And when he start to bust
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| He like to ask who’s next?
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| I got my honey on the Amtrak
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| With the crack in the crack of her ass
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| Two pounds of hash in the stash
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| I wait for hon' to make some quick cash
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| I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed
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| At last I’m literally lounging black,
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| Sitting back counting double digit thousand stacks
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| Had to re-up see what’s up with my peeps
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| Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
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| See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
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| Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
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| Then I got the phone call
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| It couldn’t hit me harder
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| We got infiltrated
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| Like Nino at the Carter
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| Heard Tec got murdered in a town I’ve never heard of
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| By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
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| And my bitch swear to God she won’t snitch
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| I told her when she hit the bricks I’ll make the hooker rich
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| Conspiracy she’ll be home in three
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| Until then I looks out for the whole family
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| A true G, that’s me blowing like a bubble
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| In the everyday struggle
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| I don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
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| I’m living every day like a hustle
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| Another drug to juggle
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| Another day another struggle
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| I don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
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| I’m living every day like a hustle
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| Another drug to juggle
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| Another day another struggle
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| I’m seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani
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| Ain’t trying to see no black man turn to John Gotti
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| My daughter use a potty so she’s older now
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| Educated street knowledge I’mma mold her now
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| Trick a little dough buying young girls fringes
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| Dealing with the dope fiend binges
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| Seeing syringes in the veins
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| Hard to explain how I maintain
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| The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange
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| Breaking days on the set no sweat drunk off Moët
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| Can’t bag yet because it’s still wet
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| But when I dry bagging five at a time
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| I can clock about nine on the check cashing line
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| I had the first and the third
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| Rehearse that’s my word
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| Thick in the game Ds knew my first name
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| Should I quit? |
| Shit no!
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| Even though they had me scared
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| Yo they got a eight I got a TEC with air holes
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| That’s just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker
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| Hah, come on, what you say?
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| I don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
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| I’m living every day like a hustle
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| Another drug to juggle
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| Another day another struggle
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| I don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
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| I’m living every day like a hustle
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| Another drug to juggle
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| Another day another struggle
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| I don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
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| I’m living every day like a hustle
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| Another drug to juggle
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| Another day another struggle
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| I don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
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| I’m living every day like a hustle
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| Another drug to juggle
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| Another day another struggle
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| Junior M.A.F.I.A. |
| right
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| Yeah, rock on
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| Biggie Smalls, right
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| Junior M.A.F.I.A. |