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    I know it's your life nigga..you do as you please (That's right)
    But you know we be f**king up
    Huh, Huh....Yeah Aye, Aye, Aye..Yea, Yea, Yeah (What)
    Aye, Aye, Aye......Yea, Yea, Yeah
    That nigga Daz and T.I. is in the motherf**kin house..You know what I mean
    It's your life nigga....live or die.......Wooooh!!

    Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin,
    I'm just living my life
    Think I ain't gone ride, on all you pussy niggas
    tryin to put an end to my life
    You can't do it, don't try...
    I know you sucker niggas wish that you was living my life
    In white linen, I'm fly..top down in the spider,
    be a rider for the rest of my life

    A-town veteran, started at eleven
    When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since
    That's why its hard to find a young rapper nigga better than
    Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster
    Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant
    Trap musik heaven sent, you hating and it's evident

    You trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin to set precedents
    The comparison is insulting my intelligence
    Cause real recognize real, and real you ain't never been
    You never will, I catch ya where you chill,
    holla at ya where you live nigga, f**k a record deal (what's happenin)

    I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
    Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill
    My potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (f**k that shit)
    but Ima end Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap niggas
    Worldwide lovin it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it
    F**k it, I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it
    Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling

    [chorus: with ad libs]

    I should BG banging the stripes, ideas when I strike
    Breaking my victims, lining them niggas all with the light
    Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might
    See we hustle for them grands til the early light
    Follw my plan on command, leave'em dead where they stand

    Ain't no stopping the man nigga with grands in my hands
    Living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram when the cash came
    (Grand hustle nigga)
    The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name
    If I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain

    Lock up all these niggas, the penitentiary mind frame
    I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective
    Check out the f**kin way I just rep it
    This dog pound gangsta in the back take a licking
    Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper
    Big moves stay on deck with the tools
    All ya'll niggas and bitches and niggas get sprayed with the tools..Blahhh

    [chorus: with ad libs]

    This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder
    I'm dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter
    Money, weed, and bitches, 24 inches conversating
    T.I. plotted on getting these niggas, now for my niggas
    Murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission
    All my niggas ya'll know how the f**k we kick it
    I'ma keep my eye on a meal ticket,
    hustle it up motherf**ker better kick it

    All eyes on me, with my westside homie
    In a drop 65, on D's, wanna ride homie
    I got a forty-five, on me
    In a hurry to die homie, get live on me
    You charged with tryin to OG
    And I'm creepin through the crowd, low key, nigga
    You don't know me
    I learned from niggas before me
    I got insomnia shawty, I don't sleep, I bomb, I don't creep

    [chorus: with ad libs]

    [Talking: T.I. & Daz]
    Ya'll niggas know how we do this shit
    T.I, that nigga Daz....youknowhatimean
    This my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest
    One time for Pac, we miss you nigga...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
    One time for Shorty B, keepin it pimpin' (Aye)
    PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah)
    F**k nigga, let this be a lesson to ya...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
    Ya'll niggas better start training man
    You better be a damn good ducker nigga,
    When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that
    I ain't playin with ya'll niggas, Once the motherf**kin judge
    Slam that goddamn gaffel nigga and let a motherf**kin case beat nigga
    I'm at ya'll ass nigga..Mark my motherf**kin words, F**k boys
    I'm laying low for a reason pimp..Ha...F**k niggas

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