This is fo the bad guys all ova America .. nigga
coppin at least 50 of them thangs say good-by to
the motha fuccin bad guy but dont cry cuz real
killas neva die we mulitiply by seven ---------47
by the builts of a macc eleven My Grave Got My
name cuz i see myself die'n crook cuz ima slave in
this dope game I turned a rocc into a key (well
wat u do wit tha key) who burnt tha key to 50 G
Been doin shht ta make tha feds wonder Cuz eva
since ive been hustle'n dey been tryna put a nigga
unda Yeh dem hoes come around but what they gonna
do is fucc around n get dere undacovas gunned down
/ then they can go n tell tha city (tell em what )
i own this motha fuckin ghetto and every dope
house in it I refuse to be a cell mate they better
put me in the gas chamber n let me suffercate
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/IGrChOkin OFf SMoke i rath'a Be dead tehn dead broke
so pass me the blunt smoke Yeh they got yo homie
trippin (yo nigga trippin) Im holdin courts to the
streets if they catch me slippin Crime Pays but
its cost'n Im runnin shht from detriot to philly
from brooklyn bacc to boston and im known for my
smuggle'n but they neva gavea godt damn bout a
nigga out hea' struggle'n SO What U GOn DO G? Ima
Continue to flip a key til dez bitches come n bary
me I'll be a hustla til the day i day ... but dont
cry wipe those tears from ya eyes cuz (chours) An
we got B-T's ..Q'Ts O-Z's A-Z's Half keys WHole
Keys

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