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Huh,
increase the doses, bustin whoever closest
Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my
focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a
discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin
til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned
buildings Ditchin my gun, homeboy the
motherfuckin villain I live the lifestyles
of drug dealers, but now legit list So I
laugh til I cry, when the law come get me No
baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant
seeds in a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me,
not the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm
buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin on
niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly a man
of military means in my artillery Watchin
over me through every murder scene From
adolescence, to my early teens, thought we
was gonna die Sellin dope to all the fiends,
at times I wanna cry And still, we try to
change the past, in vain Never knowin if
this game'll last, feelin ashamed of cocaine,
the product of the devil, am I sellin my
soul? Got tired of small time livin, niggaz
tellin me no I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER
SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-ass
bustaz, make it hell for us
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