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    [Verse 1]
    Runnin' from the scene, Hammer in my jeans
    Dead bodies behind me, the cops'll never find me
    Arm & Hammer Clean on my way to the honeycombe
    Hustle all night tell my bitch I'm never coming home
    Be there in the morning, stop cryin' bitch
    The sun is home, drop it on the living room table
    Bitch the money home, I know you ain't gon' stay once the money gone
    So while I'm rich I pull my dick and get my fuckin' on
    Youngin' on some real "Gangsta Gangsta" shit
    Blame it on the neighborhood I was sanctioned in
    But I'ma make sure we get them acres
    Tell 'em fuck computers, we good with paper
    Tell 'em fuck the world 'cause I'm hood by nature
    Feelin' that way is how the hood'll make ya
    The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah
    Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but

    [Verse 2]
    Yeah, over like yesterday floatin' to the floodgates
    This is New Orleans, welcome to the blood state
    A blood bath, and you ain't nothin' but tub bait
    No political justice not even the judge safe
    If his ass can't swim he get a closed case
    We need our own space, I ain't talkin' about Jupiter
    No luck, no help and we the fuckin' future
    I'm a hoosier, usually the cool one
    But when I need it, I turn into a looter
    God forgive, but do he forgive the brutal
    Even when it's for the better of your junior
    Soon you see that life's just another movie
    And the main character dies at the end, usually
    There's nothin' that haven't been done that you can do to me
    I been hit, I been shot nigga shoot at me!

    [Verse 3]
    Yeah, Money on the mind, murder in the plans
    Disturbin' if you may, but it's dinner for the fam
    Hustler by law, support when I can
    Hustle when I can, tell me nothing I'm a man
    Smell my shit as I walk off the stand
    Nuts to my feet with my heart in my hand
    Pardon my G, but I'm one of a kind
    Been shot two times, here to put it in a rhyme
    Slow lane, move the Coupe like a 5
    If I get pulled over, bitch I'm gon' do time
    And I know my niggaz love me, but they can't do mine
    So I gotta be smart, get bread or get behind
    Get lost or get in line
    But the carpet's still fine
    So keep tryin', the whole world turnin' back
    But we keep tryin' until we get our piece, no piece
    Keep Firin'


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