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I'm hustlin' tryna' get out of the city And you tryin' hustle to get to me I got plans, I can't get it on in the ..... (?) jungle And when I get it together my way, I'm going back home To clean that open space, doin' my thing Machine Ghost My nigga, I'm on some cool shit 'Cause I'm in the money, not in the bullpens You should be into fuckin', not in the bullshit Smokin' a balcony, daiquiris by the pool, kid Splurge on the late night menu I seal off the way, the thirty-eight might end you No longer selling raw, I'm an entrepeneur Take a good look, you ain't seen a monster before Yeah, I'm real ghetto, you ain't been to Yonkers before My young days was 2 guns up, blowing dumb haze Real quick to shoot at a nigga, even on Sundays Yeah, I changed, I ain't the same fella Ask the wifey what she think about the Range, yella We smokin' on the beach, drinkin' pain killers You ain't a gain, I got guns but you .... (?) killers, nah But a bodies nothing to brag about I'm tryna' find my chi, you want the dragon out? Nigga fuck yo' set, whatchu flag about? SongtexteNiggas is pussy so fuck it, I pull a Magnum out Game is fact but some fiction in it Slang with some diction in it Peaceful but I hurt you, does that make me a hypocrite? Liquor pour a fifth of it, leave all a splif of it Always act the same, but I'm always on some different shit Game is fact but some fiction in it Slang with some diction in it Peaceful but I hurt you, does that make me a hippocrit? Liquor pour a fifth of it, leave all a splif of it Always act the same, but I'm always on some different shit Always act the same, but I'm always on some different shit The joint lit, I got appointments If you ain't talkin' about cash, then it's pointless I got a itchin, gettin' moneys the ointment Niggas get you shot in the face over a coin-flip Couple a bucks ain't enough Never on Front street, rather lay in the cut Paddle shift cool but I'd rather play with the clutch Silence is golden, never sing it enough My mama told me to shoosh No telling and no telling what I'm doin' to crooks What I'm doing with books is getting information, yeah Call the cleaner, fix the situation, yeah When I rhyme its like a dissertation Whether its vocal or verbal, the hood hoppin the hurdles Shit hurt your heart when your homie is tryna' burn you Puttin' in work, the sweat soaked in your thermal Give people my pain, never wrote in a journal Maybe I outta do it, but maybe I'm talking through it Every line when I rhyme, my nigga, recorder to it Truth Game is fact but some fiction in it Slang with some diction in it Peaceful but I hurt you, does that make me a hypocrite? Liquor pour a fifth of it, leave all a splif of it Always act the same, but I'm always on some different shit Game is fact but some fiction in it Slang with some diction in it Peaceful but I hurt you, does that make me a hippocrit? Liquor pour a fifth of it, leave all a splif of it Always act the same, but I'm always on some different shit Always act the same, but I'm always on some different shit Aus Songtexte Mania