Текст песни:

f/ Big Boi (OutKast)

[Big Boi]
Uh-huh, yeah, y′knahmtalkinbout?
A-Town connection right heah
You got Youngbloodz, uhh
featurin Daddy Fatsack, y′knahmtalkinbout?
Outkast, y′knahmtalkinbout?
Yeah, like dis.. check it out

Chorus: repeat 2X (sung)

I know you′re waitin for daddy, it won′t be long shawty
Be patient cause I′m comin to you
Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy
I don′t want nothin to keep me from you

[J-Bo]
Now the wind blows as I′m on 85, and chiefin good
with a six-pack a that Colt 45 just like I should
And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight
If thangs go right, I′m gon′ cut this hoe tonight
So I′ma get a call, from this broad
Run the game like she ain′t ready
But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady
like Betty Crocker, the face doctor
just as she swallows with passion
So now she braggin, laggin behind
What questions she now be askin, so time is passin
Now I′m mashin on, I′m gone, livin in the world of hoes
So I suppose, it′s goin down deep in yo′ city
Cause in these parts, ain′t nuthin bad hard times
Now shawty, please, really

Chorus

[Big Boi]
Sheeeit
I′m lookin for anythang, gonna cut′em up
like everythang, in my stable
Sir Lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able
But these hoes will get on your nerves
Fuck all that kickin ′em to the curb
You lackin that tolerance;
You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo′ parlor an′
stab out to the cajun crab house
or the Jamaican cat house
or the college, frat house
for the gul you just, mad house that rat house
And get you some scrub, she ain′t ya girl
Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi
I′m slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl
Don′t, don′t be givin no gifts boi
On the first date or the worst date
I′m goin all the way on the first play
Like Hail Mary′s to field goals
I think I was put here to drill hoes
For real doe; and while you blowin up my,
bar I′m off in your purse
to get my gas money then I′m back on the ′spressway
And I′m out this verse, geyeah!

Chorus

[Sean Paul]
Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me
Met her jes last week, told me that her name was Stacy
Bad lil′ bitch, add her straight to my collection
Jump in my ′llac, in my pocket got protection
For thangs to go down, see I ain′t playin around
Got a half a tank of gas, I′m 85 Southbound
It′s a long ass way, I′m from the 20 side of thangs
She said it′s dead serious, hot like some lighter flames
Oh you know how it go, I′m the nigga, she the hoe
She told me some mo′, I shut my Cadillac do′
My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground
Ain′t got my license, back so I need to slow down
Now I′m scrapin the flo′, shawty ain′t got on no drawers
Man I′m breakin the law, tryna′ get me this broad
I don′t know what it is, but shawty fine as hell
Slum-type that I like, straight from A-T-L
Shawty yeah!

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Текст песни:

hook

You′re just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp)
A hit the club, spend the dub (ol′ sucka-ass self) (x4)

(Sean Paul)
When I hit the GC, my money buckled ??
These hoes shakin′ they ass, but they ain′t shakin′ it for free
Lookin′ dead at me, finna′ get me for what I got
Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot
Now I′m almost out the door, one hour left before they close
Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothes
Smellin′ good, lil′ shawty ?
"Can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz?"
And he did, so it′s on, dj play my favorite song
Shake em′ off, she shook em′ off, I broke her off
Put the money in her thong
All night long these nigga lookin′ at me like I′m wrong
Don′t where your playa′ partner, do dis′ thang til′ the money gone

hook

(J-Bo)
It′s Friday night, so what the hell is their to do?
I guess I′ll hit club Niggas and go and get a drank or two
And who do I see at the end of the bar?
It′s that booty club playa, the same one without no car
Spendin′ his mad little ends on some ass and his friends
And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemens
And then after then, I′m a′ go and head over to Magic City
Where I can get slizzard some mo′, and see alot mo′ titties
And bitties actin′ shitty for somethin′ they ain′t got
So look here shawty, it ain′t no need you gettin′ hot
For as I take another shot, up on them rocks
Now let me see dat′ thang, as I proceed to blow the spot

hook

(Sean Paul)
My fare lookin′ shawt, done spent all my change
Ain′t even got .35 to call a cab man
Nigga I′m big pistol, drank another drank of win′
On the dance wit′ cha′
Shawty really, want me to come home wit′ her
Chargin′ five hundred, but I ain′t got it to give her
Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher
Damn, I′m that club bandit, nigga they call me mister
That nigga in the club payin′ bills to your sister

(J-Bo)
Now once again, I go crunk off in the back
Wit′ my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paul off in the Lac′
And now it′s on the crack, and we actin′, and cuttin′ the fool
For every benjamin that we spend ain′t nothin′ cool
So I′m a′ let you know, just in case you didn′t know
That them Attic Crew boys steppin′ in just for the low
And if you ain′t wit′ it, then deal wit′ it, I gotsta go
Cause we ain′t bout′ no games, and you can take that to the store

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Текст песни:

f/ Cutty

[Chorus: Cutty]
I′m chillin, wood spinnin
No Bentley′s, Cadillac pimpin
I′m cruisin, hoes choosin
That′s cool cuz I′m Cadillac pimpin
Spoke spinnin, gold grillin
Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin
Keep ridin, car slidin
That′s cool cuz I′m Cadillac pimpin

[J-Bo]
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high
In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply
With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur
Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurge
And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice
For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise
Plus the Cadillac′s we pimpin so slightly you been slippin
On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin
And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin
I′m quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it?
And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone
So see, we been doing this from way back long
′92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll
With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole
So let′s ride til we can′t ride no damn more
We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho′

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell ′em the truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too
And give truth to these suckas something overdue
Ride a ′Lac like a true playa ′posed to do
Old school, slant back with a jigga too
Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo
Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain
Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game
Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back
And got so many hoes had to change up my ′Lac
All day I don′t know how to act
Got this game down pat, sure be running the track
Get some money from these hoes and see how they react
Show ′em how a real nigga come down like that

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
I got a ′Lac with a rag, Louie Baton top
Diamond cut interior, 15′s the knot
I′ma be a last nigga from the ATL
Y′all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell
When you see me in the street, holla at me playa
My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell
Through the strip′ll never die, only time′ll tell
To be in, it′s Cadillac steerin wheel

[J-Bo]
Say what, gather round for this two door show
We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado
We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow
Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle
With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle
For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe
So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow
Cuz this shit′ll never end through the eyes of my foes

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Текст песни:

f/ Lil′ Jon

[Intro]
OK, OK, OK
This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy
It′s A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes)
It′s A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already know
Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy

[Sean Paul]
They callin′ me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a/k/a Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They come from the hole they livin′ in the month of February
OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K′s in
I′m still Attic A-double T-I-C
It ain′t a hoe out there fo real who don′t know ′bout me
Bitch I′m fo sho wit it don′t make me pop that trunk to the ′Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain′t selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won′t catch me sippin′ on no Cris and got a cold billy
It′s Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin′, comin′ straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave ′em under a cover
Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah

[Hook: Lil′ Jon]
If you don′t give a damn, we don′t give a fuck
If you don′t give a damn, we don′t give a fuck
If you don′t give a damn, we don′t give a fuck
If you don′t give a damn, we don′t give a fuck
Don′t start no shit, it won′t be no shit
Don′t start no shit, it won′t be no shit
Don′t start no shit, it won′t be no shit
Don′t start no shit, it won′t be no shit

[J-Bo]
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone cuz that′s my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it′s Youngbloodz they crunk as can be
Attic Crew 105 that′s if you lookin to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I′m the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOL
And dawg I′m not the one that you really just wanna clown
I′m cool in my way, but shit still I shut ′em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut ′bout slizzard somewhere that′s how we do

[Hook]

[Sean Paul]
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon′ need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB′d up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin′ the butt
Oh you fo sho with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain′t hoe with it
And I ain′t selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin′ big boy shit
Me muggin′ like a motherfucker my hand on my dick

[J-Bo]
Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin′ like it ain′t nuttin′ new
We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna oh guess who
It′s them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so don′t be surprised
We buckin′ blowin′ chillin′ and sippin′ on something good
I′m peepin′ out the scenery and wishin′ a nigga would
In case it just might pop I′m ′bout ready to lock and load
To take you thru the South to show you how we throw dem bows

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Текст песни:

[hook]
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin′ hoes off, cut em′ up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88′, with that Georgia license plate
These niggas don′t know
They don′t even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me
So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine
Trying to get mine in daily
Holla′ at me like you know your fo′, chiefing on that green green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean? Some shit have a nigga stressed out
Make him small fast
Bout′ 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya′ wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl already been chose
These stankin′ bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I spit
I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit′ my slick partna′ then hit the studio

Now see I jumps up, without a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out
Through the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we break em′ in.
Atlanta Georgia, we comin′ for ya′ with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin′ gin, we steppin′ in
Its the Attic Crew, no flaw within
We them Youngbloodz wit′ plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe
Cause J-Bo is who I be, won′t fuck with you, don′t fuck with me
So can′t you see through the enemies
You′d besta be all you can fucking be
Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts
Before you fuck around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them ?cruts′?
hook

A day late and a dolla′ short
On the cat walk, winding, tryin′ to get meat
22 tryin′ to see 23, shawty ?three U double T′s?
What it ain′t gonna be, what it is
Over years I been scratching and scraping
Still ain′t came up with nay-thin′, let everybody get they time to shine
Still waitin′ on mine, ??
In the meantime tryin′ to find a loophole
God knows where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin′, but the grind don′t stop
Like time don′t stop, like a nigga who drop
?? casket, cover it up and ride out, ain′t got nothin′ to be smiling bout′
Only bit ?fake chasers? I′m tryin′ to waste
Gotta keep on stackin′, gotta keep on packin′
Slackin′ gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store
With the blow, don′t show no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart
Fuckin′ around, gonna get you fucked up
?4:30, the hill, law gone?

Always underestimated, great don′t gives a fuck, don′t make mistakes
Shake em′ off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight, don′t make me go upside your head
Drag your ass across the club, heard what I fuckin′ said?
We ain′t scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets
Capric-e and Fleetwood ride good Vouges with the beat
You might no understand a damn thang that I speak
I′m slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep
And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club, and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain′t
What the fuck you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank
From the freeze-tag to the Fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the Vougues
With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch
I got the Fleetwood, girls most likely to complain
See somethangs can′t be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin′ and shakin′, like you off in that blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you really tell me man

[hook]

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Текст песни:

And not once but twice am I back on line
Remarkably delivering these words of mine
And when I come forth I come with such a force
You believe that it′s been nice since the last time you felt the need
And that′s to get loose and let you soul be free
Cause when we step out in this vision you gon′ surely see
And aint no way in hell we gon′ let that ride
While you huggin′ on the wall bein′ cool denied
Now it done jumped off in the blind of an eye
And everybody′s off the hook feelin′ good and high
Cause it′s the last call for alcohol so just jook and drink
and have a ball cause′ we gon′ party long until the wee hours
And will it ever end I truly don′t doubt it
Youngbloodz is the truth you seen now go shout it
And come back tomorrow and watch the world crowd it

My drankin patna, my ace, my dawg, know who I′m gon′ call
My drankin patna, my ace boon coon, when it′s time to cut the fool
My drankin′ patna, my buddy, by cuzz, loud when he get ′em a buzz
My drankin′ patna, my nigga, my folk, gotta drink and he got to smoke, my drankin patna

You know I′m a come in a blunt of ′dro and a corner of hen′
My drankin patna get to it ′fore the day begin
Spillin′ hen′ all up in the Benz
I′m try′na get to my patna so he can sip some wit′ me
We get drunk, bein′ tipsy for sissies
Just might get locked up
Cause I can′t stop the swervin′ have these rims keep hittin′ the curves
And just me and my roll dawg always go half
when he got it man he won′t crash
my mo′fuckin′ patna
hit the trap, cut it, roll it, and smoke it and still got some to put in the glass
my nigga just ought a
fill up my cup see I′m a drunk and man I can′t get enough
and when I′m wit′ my patna,
aint worried bout who drunk the liquor ′cause I know it won′t nothin′ but us

[CHORUS]

See that′s my dawg, that′s my folk, that′s my buddy
The nigga that I call to smoke
Drankin′ good, him and I, on the go
Cup for cup, blow for blow, high or low,
In da wind, crashin′ in, settin′ it off, pass the hen′
Out the in, crunk as eva, and still at it again
Chic′d up, on the flo′ its just me and my drankin patna
I′m only hittin′ the club wit′ a drank of low, getting′ drunk off a dub
Fuck around get knocked up when your folk wanna slow up
You fuck around and get popped in yo′ fuckin′ wit′ my patna
We don′t play those games and kind of slizzard, but we neva been lame
I′m at the bar with my patna spendin′ all my change
try′na get it all once again with my

[CHORUS 2X]

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Текст песни:

f/ Leroo Wilyams

I′m saying everybody gettin′ tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I′m saying?
Don′t waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what I′m sayin′, get this money man, know what I mean?
See...

I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til′ I can′t wait no mo′
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro′, front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can′t seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha′ got to show
For when thangs movin′ slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain′t nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin′ the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho′

hook
Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
>From tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round′, make it all come back

Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the floor
And know that it′s real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin′ in your path
To partna′ keep a look out for these niggas startin′ to blast
And in a flash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin′ in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin′, I′m a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
It′s dem boys from dat Attic makin′ noise in the streets
So don′t you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick

hook

I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain′t no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
I′m stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it′s a business now
Don′t play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil′ bit
Oh now you feelin′ this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro′
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it′s all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it′s all real
They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
A nigga tryin′ to live, I gotta pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil′

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

Chorus
Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
theres no end to the money im makin
for streetin for chasin we get it in
the crunk hatin

Enough dont believe you dont succeed
and if you dont apply you wont achieve
you keep ya head up high
feet down low follow your heart
till you get to the door
bells and wheels and wheels away
never trust a soul im here to say
Stop dependin on and be yourself
and grab a hold and dont look left
so take a swing and heres your chance
you got nothing to lose so make a stance
the clock is tickin and time aint waitin with ya
all alone see thats what your facin

Chorus
Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
theres no end to the money im makin
for streetin for chasin we get it in might
the crunk hatin

Ya i know imma make the albums pay for this
Imma with ya in the eye lookin for the ten for this
and i dont steal for this i pimp for this
ill ryme for around one hundered round clip for this
what happen to the struggle its called
and eviction notice
now people strong self evicken notice
perscription cops serve keep it real
that fine but if i get wit it imma face some time
and its hard being young and rich
trying to survive
trying to keep a shot to shine
on the poor headed ties
couple of meals in a vine
and a new whip for the wife
top that shit this is my life

Chorus
Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
theres no end to the money im makin
for streetin for chasin we get it in
the crunk hatin

Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

Chorus
Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
theres no end to the money im makin
for streetin for chasin we get it in
the crunk hatin

Chorus
Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
theres no end to the money im makin
for streetin for chasin we get it in
the crunk hatin

Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

(feat. Leroo Wilyams)
I′m saying everybody gettin′ tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I′m saying?
Don′t waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what I′m sayin′, get this money man, know what I mean?
See...

I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til′ I can′t wait no mo′
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro′, front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can′t seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha′ got to show
For when thangs movin′ slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain′t nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin′ the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho′

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Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
From tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round′, make it all come back

Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the floor
And know that it′s real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin′ in your path
To partna′ keep a look out for these niggas startin′ to blast
And in a flash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin′ in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin′, I′m a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
It′s dem boys from dat Attic makin′ noise in the streets
So don′t you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick

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I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain′t no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
I′m stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it′s a business now
Don′t play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil′ bit
Oh now you feelin′ this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro′
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it′s all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it′s all real
They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
A nigga tryin′ to live, I gotta pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil′

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@ YoungBloodZ