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Strikin' through the deuce wit the 40 in ma mouth
The nigg* wit the rep of athiest-a-mistik doubt
rippin' the label off the 4-0...based on the fact
I got respect fo ma dead folks...prop fo ma nigg* loccs
187 in the hood I can't say s**t
one time thinking it was premeditate it
I can eat a view from the deuce 4 blocc
40 in ma mind thinkin I'm gonna get shot
In deuce 24 deep the nigg* wit the siccness
A nigg* wit a hella enimies always cool and they be siccs
from the hood ended up proven they was a snitch
Fucc it...created it x-rated now I'm tryin to get rich
Ain't that a b*tch, that snitch...none-a-nay
Motherfkers mad cause they can't make tapes
and I gotta get paid so I can buy ma 4-0
to live the athiest life I was brain-washed to know
run up everyday wantin to get sum
I told them who runs the motherfker flow and then sum
win sum... lose sum like a nightmare
I got enough s**t on ma mind I just can't care
I'm on the run...runnin from whos ever gun is aimin
I'm all up in the middle of s**t aint even claimin
Tryin to survive in the hood is tough enough cause them already thinkin
I'm claimin crete-ma..trippin on gettin snuffed by the view