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It's 47 in this bitch Coming up out the street, bitch I'm coming up out the curb Back on my shit, I be murdering these verses Bitches coming up to me, what's popping Lil G? Give a fuck about the rumors and what enemies gon' think South side on mine, fuck it up then I leave Find out where you live at, we fuck around and go deep Now look at me, I'm living in a mansion Started from the bottom sleeping on a dirty mattress Black bandana on, got my own fashion 47 beanie with the black supreme jacket Back on tweedy boulevard, where the shit happened I don't really know but fucking hoes was a habit Mobbing through Atlantic, who the fuck want static? Murder all the time, murder all the time Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind Murder all the time, murder all the time Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind A hundred pounds of weed, I was getting it from the bay They can't tell me shit, I took a risk and got paid The streets got flooded, bout to keep it a hunnid Fuck it up then I'm thuggin', don't hesitate when you busting I really miss my dog Will with me in the streets SongtexteRemember when I picked up about a quarter P Shout out to my solid little soldiers in Chicago We speak the same language, when we in the gang module All my dogs in Compton, throw it up All my G's in South Central, throw it up All my dogs in Lynwood, throw it up South side muthafucker Yeah we blowing up Murder all the time, murder all the time Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind Murder all the time, murder all the time Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind It's 47 in this bitch Murder on my mind, murder on my mind Aus Songtexte Mania