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If you're out there in the street, and your lookin for me Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog, tryna make ends meet Anybody ever try to get in my way Then you know Imma be going to jail for murder today Put the shot, then head straight to the block Call me and Wayne Smooth with the rock Rich and move work, you get it out quick Yeah I know I rap, but I'm livin off bricks On that Lean that I'm sellin, I'm pourin Three's only one, motherfucker, you know who it is Blow one, motherfucker, get how we live But we still throgh it up, that's how we is Make it rain, make it flood in the drout I got two halfs and them quarters, that's what I'm bout That's why I chuck 4 blocks, come with 4 pocks Bad bitches cookin for me, the feends is lookin for me I can't lie, homie, I like myself Pour up a 4 a lil, before I'm myself You know you might see me on the flight, or in the Caraira Yeah, we got that white, but we still the stars of the eara If you're out there in the street, and your lookin for me Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog, tryna make ends meet Anybody ever try to get in my way SongtexteThen you know Imma be going to jail for murder today Smokin something, man, feelings beating me down Bad asses, sellin Crack and stacks Shit whent from tarific to tragic Niggas talkin shit, I'll put a hit out on them bastards Slow them boys down, like Los Angeles trafic My diamonds is dancin, like television static Don't throgh the coach on the first day of practice Donuts in the 24, bitch, I'm matchin I'm a green feend, no controlin me Talkin bout that Cabbage, I be stackin You niggas is pussy, you be foldin and crackin My niggas is wishin, I tell m to have it and let shit happen Cuttin down the neck from the bottom of the baskit These 16s make you rearange your brackets Hit the final four with my final horse Fall asleep in the sky, box orbs Spitta! If you're out there in the street, and your lookin for me Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog, tryna make ends meet Anybody ever try to get in my way Then you know Imma be going to jail for murder today Hate it or love it, we thuggin in public You rappers ain't eatin, your food cost out of your budget Your rappers half edea, you spittin your court cases I spit that boss music, try the fource music This how a boss move it 36 Os, we don't play halfs, we don't even fuck hoes And I ain't talkin Coopes, I said pay attention Let them haters gosep, murders my entention If you're out there in the street, and your lookin for me Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog, tryna make ends meet Anybody ever try to get in my way Then you know Imma be going to jail for murder today Aus Songtexte Mania