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[Talking] Niggas, the realest This one for the block (All My 7 Mile Niggas) All my niggas holdin the corners down Gettin that paper That ghetto cheese [Verse 1] It's like the devil keep on holdin me down At night I'm paranoid sleep holdin my pound Friends ain't really friends just some cool ass niggas It's been 10 years since the cops popped my nigga Higgins If he still was living, probably be dead again Every since '82 my pops pushed the benz The only one out his crew that never seen the pen It was the old days niggas ain't snitch back then All my life I been around hustlers Heavy hitters I'm fresh out stealin paper for intent to deliver I'm on the phone with lil man like \"daddy when you comin home\" Shit I spit a lil more than a hook & song I get along with real ones while the fake niggas hate I was the 1st to put dubs on the lex in '98 Walk up in the star throw a stack same night Hit atlanta's gc next morning fly back Songtexte [Hook 2x] Everywhere i go i roll with hustlers, dope smugglers Hood yellas, on the block we known as Goodfellas All we out for is gettin this chedda It's my life, my life [Verse 2] Now I done seen more work than a border patrol The man you get work from in order to roll Strongs had packs in em', Spots had sacks in em', Shoe box with stacks in em' In other words I was killin em' I'm so unknown to the public You gotta love it Chinchill to the floor wit cris & buggets, Winter time we push the range Summer time we push somethin for em' ??? Fully equipped tv, rims & bang We get all day for a key of cane Nobody balls forever dog Unless u know how to maintain Insane out of my mind on some other shit Blowin on hard so i'm not the one you wanna fuck with I know killas don't talk, but i'll bust you bitch For the right price leave ya clothes stiff like ice Without thinking twice, it's my life Even though i'm'worldwide I'm still screamin 4life [Hook 2x] [Verse 3] Now I been seen in V's from overseas Breezy head blowin puffin the isley Puffin green trees Freeze tip full back neck & wrist Gettin neck from this chick bout to wreck the 6 Hittin licks slangin hard dog just to come up The only dream as a youngin was to sew the slums up Feel like Tony Montana come short i'll blam ya Sellin cane too hot so i'm importin that bama Rep Detroit everytime i'm in front of a camera From the midwest but i ain't got no country grammar Ain't no song & dance Just guns & gans Countin grams, no matter what keep the upper hand I'm a grown man dog, ain't no time for playin Spend all my nights countin bread All my mornings weighin up dope Probably get knocked for some shit that i spoke I ain't Pac, but this the realest shit I ever wrote [Hook 2x] Aus Songtexte Mania