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[Kane]I got 28 grams, that's a ounce of D7 grams a quarter o-z, go for 2-50Cut off the shit quickly, now I got me a GScore four more times now that's a quarter ki'252 grams equal 9 o-z'sSmoke with me, put it on the triple beam to seeI got 36 quarter o-z's for cheeseSoon as I get off these, rap makes me a GRockin' up 18, sellin' 18 holesMr. Dopeman, oh hope his pockets swollNow it's '97 and I got me a ki'1008 grams, 36 o-z's, lots of DSongtexteSellin' whole ???, rock it up like 36My hustlin' niggas, cut it up, make it 50 ounce, 1 brickThis be the drama behind the hoes and carsAll my hustlin' niggas I know you grew up real hardPlus watch your back, plus watch for policeWatch for these wanna-be's, that's faker than ???Comin' for your yola, V-12, and bakin' sodaOne mistake and it's over, don't be a hoe be a soldier[Chorus]How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my changeHow the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my changeHow the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my changeHow the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change[Kane]Now I got me a 100 pounds of weed5-50 a piece, now that's 55g'sSoldiers, servin' fiends down in New OrleansComin' out the projects sittin' on Gold D'sYoung G, snort coca leaves and ki'sNo Limit ready for war like we VietnameseTalkin' 'bout, if it's a drought tax niggas like it's a 211Sellin' bricks for 27More pounds of weed, breaking it down to ki'sDown to dimes and nickelsHit a lick, got you niggas sickHow the fuck you gonna tell me about this gameFrom the streets to the pen niggas know my name[Chorus][Abel]100 grams of heroin, ??? 911 cutGot to sell it while it's potent or it ain't worth fuckTake a spoon and mash on the shit in baggiesGot some cash on it, cops find it, gots to dash on it25 to life no questions asked80 dollars a gram, now that's alot of fuckin' cashMy niggas that hustle, be quick to blastCause Choppers and street sweepers think murder peoples assYou phony rappers talk about the gameBeen there, done thatBuss caps, sold crack, jack while fake jacksTurn you into fortune like Pat SajakGet down and dirty while you busters cleaner than AjaxNo Limit, everything we say, we did itWent to jail and shitted, eatin' steak and spinachTo big and you motherfuckers don't forget itY'all niggas wanna start some beef and I'ma finish it[Chorus] 'till fade Aus Songtexte Mania