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    [Chorus]
    Winter, spring, summer, fall, we out though, we out though
    Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough
    Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo
    F-ck you thought we was trickin', get out hoe, get out hoe

    [50 Cent - Verse 1]
    I smile when that money come, stunt when that money come
    Niggas front when that money come, and
    i'ma have to handle them
    Man i don't trust none of them,
    why they bringing and come with them
    Why they come in a cop, fuck around and get shot
    I wanna cold blooded nigga shit i will pull a trigger 'cause
    You'd better do your homework
    you'll find out who you fuckin' wiyh
    'Cause i ain't full of sucker shit, i'm joking no Chris Tucker shit
    I ain't even smilin' i'm 'bout to star whilin'
    I got bricks of that peruvian
    A though face medicine, sniff that in doughs,
    that's a dope fiends regimen
    Range Rover, game over, i'm gettin' my lean on
    Hard to miss my target when i done click the beam on
    I'mnot the one to scheme on, you pussy niggas dream on
    i give the work, fuck what you heard, homeboy you gettin' shot
    I'm out here with my chain on, my watch and pink ring on
    I hustle hard for this shit take a look at what i got

    [Chorus]
    Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though
    Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough
    Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo
    F-ck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho

    [50 Cent - Verse 2]
    It's the same old, same old, extra clips, hollow tips
    Niggas ain't playin' yo, we still on that gangsta shit
    That block mine, find out when my Glock 9, pop uh
    i'm sorrounded by shooters, so i ain't got to shoot it
    You niggas on computers better sit there and compute it
    Dodge what i just said, or get shot and left for dead
    You think you don't give a fuck nigga, i don't give a fuck
    I pistol whip your ass down watch your homies pick you up
    I got two million cash, that's my brown bag money
    Think maybe that's why niggas'll just fire mags for me
    it's the telephone game, i done heard through the grape vine
    Niggas talk crazy until the hollows start firin'

    [Chorus]
    Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though
    Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough
    Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo
    F-ck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho

    [outro]
    Yeah, this what it sounds like when i'm rockin' four in the mornin'
    Shit slow down, i'm just fucking with you
    I'm ghetto, i'm ghetto like a motherfucker, ha ha
    Eh, niggas calls object, call some bitches man
    i'm finna have some bitches come over here
    Oh my God, this is the life
    Eh nigga i'll tell you,
    My bank account gon' bring goose bumps
    On your motherfuckin' bank ha ha ha
    G-g-g-g-g-g-unit

    By E.R.S.

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