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Ayo light it up nigga, where that liquor at? They said you should be thankful for what you got I said, you should be thankful for what I'm not If this was 'Back Then Sheek' , niggas is getting shot (D-Block!) Running through these streets like I'm homeless Single parent, my momma couldn't condone this(I love you ma) I was broke, but I felt like I should own this Young nigga, thoughts of getting paid I was around bad bitches, thoughts of getting laid (Yeah!) Still indictments king, houses getting raid Niggas straight snitching, the coke was getting weighed.(Woo!) Looking at the Aston, my little niggas was blasting(Yeah!) Imagine not eating for a full month, like we fasting(Hah) But Allahu Akbar from a cop car Hoping they won't shoot a popular rap star Shooting, but love the scuffle Money in a Louis duffle Range Rover, what a couple Hating, you don't like me? Fuck you Love when I be acting up Hammer out back them up Bring his chain on the block, my niggas be cracking up.(Let me see that shit) Yeah I'm on my bullshit, .38 revolver hoe Smoke weed, drink, pop percs, like they're Tylenol.(So what) Getting money since a kid, before I signed a record deal SongtextePuff seen it in my eyes, LOX niggas real, for real Battled everybody, stand outside with the shotty in the bushes Knew the dope fiends and the addicts and the pushers Ten years in the game, ten years with the same D-Block, LOX, a household name I ain't had a pot to piss in But a lil' nigga listen, so I figured I be getting some dough(Yeah!) Grew up on the block, cocaine rock, dope and weed spots Them shooting niggas letting it go (D-Block!) But I love it, I always say that I'll rise up above it But the streets keep pulling me in (Yeah!) You can't be mad at me for trying to win.(Niggas gonna go in) How the fuck did I love this? Running all these red lights Auntie in the crib, half asleep, with a hundred brick stacked under her right Never been the same, since he held his first pack Put it in a little nigga hands, show them how to work that Eating shrimp scampi with scallions and medallions on Cubans on the dinner plates, sculpture with them lions on them Bracelets, all my shooters in Asics Blunt rats, so hammers in their holsters, wasted Political killers, with digital pillars till my bro's butt naked in the box, don't daylight feel us? Made the board as soon as he put down appealing Got that nine record longer than a mess hall ceiling Outdoors, still squirting in the mouth of whores BMF credit dirty, lawyers still vouching for us Safe deposit boxes, sharp oxes Murder you, have your dick hanging out your boxers I ain't had a pot to piss in But a lil' nigga listen, so I figured I be getting some dough(Yeah!) Grew up on the block, cocaine rock, dope and weed spots Them shooting niggas letting it go (D-Block!) But I love it, I always say that I'll rise up above it But the streets keep pulling me in (Yeah!) You can't be mad at me for trying to win How the fuck did I love this? Yeah! D-Block! Woo! Aus Songtexte Mania