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[master p]
f-f-f-f-ck that sh-t.
if you don’t like how i’m living well f-ck you.
f-f-f-f-ck that sh-t.
if you don’t like how i’m living well f-ck you.

back to the m-th-f-ckin locs, n-gg-z wanna joke,
but it’s time to sell, let’s go.
n-gg-z talking bout the rich ain’t hard as dope,
but they better back off because we came up.
now i’m back in the hood with the whole
sceam selling dope to the m-th-f-ckin dope fiends.
3 keys and the n-gg- came up,
too many fiends to keep this m-th-f-ckin game up.
now i’m rapping, n-gg-z say i win for jyp, sike!

f-ck that sh-t.
>from the city where we never sell out b-tch.
f-ck that sh-t.
>from the city where we never sell out b-tch.
f-ck that sh-t. from the city where we never sell out b-tch.
f-ck that sh-t.

life.
life in the m-th-f-ckin game,
you know you have to live in the
south to get a m-th-f-ckin name.
wanna be me, wanna be you,
but they ain’t down with a f-ckin clue.
talkin that sh-t for centuries,
? that hoe never been to penitentery.
n-gg-z i hit, n-gg-z talking sh-t,
but a n-gg- that don’t quit.
can’t hook the m-th-f-ckin beata,
i pack a f-ckin 9 for the suckas that wanna greed us.
i’m a n-gg- on a role to get paid, b-tch.

f-ck that sh-t.
>from the city where we never sell out b-tch.
f-ck that sh-t.
>from the city where we never sell out b-tch.
f-ck that sh-t.

back to the m-th-f-ckin fiend,
back on another n-gg-z dream.
n-gg-z gettin paid by the grouse
and every f-ckin body in the hood gotta sell dope.
because the white man gotta f-cking see us sold out,
the ghetto code living and then it blows up.
n-gg-z getting jacked for their jewels.
read bout another n-gg- on the f-ckin news.
n-gg-z go trippin, n-gg-z in there dippin,
but a gold p ain’t snippin.
n-gg-z out whatchin his f-ckin back,
n-gg-z get stuck like that. f-ck that sh-t.
f-ck that sh-t. give a n-gg- a f-ckin deal on a job,
give a n-gg- the gatt code and teach him how to ride.
because the way i felt won’t pay a n-gg- rent, he still can’t.
you said it makes no sense to take a brotha
to jail for his reputation, when the government is
drived by the flation.
a brotha gettin beat by the police,
one black judge and you think this sh-t is sease.
i’m sell caine to get my grits, because i can’t get a job so…

f-ck that sh-t.
>from the city where we never sell out b-tch.
f-ck that sh-t.
>from the city where we never sell out b-tch.
f-ck that sh-t.
>from the city where we never sell out b-tch.
f-ck that sh-t.
>from the city where we never sell out b-tch.

yeah and now you know that the m-th-f-ckin real untouchables
is straight b-mpin that m-th-f-cka
underground sh-t to yo m-th-f-ckin speaker.
all you n-gg-z that think we weak you better jump off,
before we get a m-th-f-ckin 9mm you crizzome.
in other words all you punk m-th-f-ckas
that out chasin and probation,
and don’t wanna see a n-gg- come up,
you ain’t nothin but a punk–ss b-tch.
check this out i wanna say f-ck that sh-t to the system,
the punk police,
the radio station that doesn’t wanna play our sh-t,
and all those n-gg-z that think we can’t come up.
f-ck y’all too young saying.
yo g you got something you wanna
say before we cut out this m-th-f-cka?

[calli g]
yeah i wanna say f-ck the m-th-f-ckin fbi,
the cia and any m-th-f-cka that’s playing? .
step up and get quickness in the m-th-f-cka,
because i’m fiending for 187.
anytime any day. yeah, yeah.
we out this m-th-f-cka, kid cut the music off.
f-ck ya’ll.
f-ck that sh-t.
answer the phone p.
h-llo?

- tru

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