歌词
Hey give me **** for a G and let me mob
And **** what you talkin about playa
Cause I do my job
I never knew nothin but hustlin
Struggle and strive just to stay alive
Never could keep a nine to five
So I'm making my cent
A proposition that you can't refuse
In it to win it, never lose
Steady payin dues
I hear em hollerin, say bleed you got the juice now
Got me nerved up and ready to knock some **** loose now
But hold me down
And let me know you know for sure
When you see me sideways ballin out the door
Gone to the liquor store
Commin off the slab
Smokin on some **** with plenty hoes to stab
On behalf of the Concentration Camp
We breaking bread for life
So everything gonna be alright now
My ***** my nerve
Fresh off the curb
Jelly, jam, and preserve
Nothin but ***** and my word
**** what you heard
Smoke something *****
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