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N**** want to hustle N**** want to sell dope where we grow up n**** Ride with me and learn something n**** If not - stay away my playground n**** Yeah! - this s*** right here is for real hustle n****s Real street n****s - why'all follow me Squared n****s - kick back and listen how is s*** really go Uh! Cabbage work hoes goes spoke and pistols Last in getting away hearin whistles Scopin down map gestural back full of chips A hot a** scraps ski mask and two in the clips Scoop on 'em motophone let 'em know it's on I pack use 'em draws homeboy - n**** we goners Beep on 'em Mexican though - we won't work No Baking Soda slides twenty on 'em for the dirt Got 'em - strap on 'em my shell with ducktapes See nervous - while the Greyhouse escpae across Interstate Jumpin up in the friendly scotia down chicken weight For the work show up - and really do - be straight They pull up bread all the lookin flawless us a show dog Twenty bird and rally car like she a mother law Damn! - she'll need no duck the law B**** got us switch walkin with the work like motherf*** the law [Chorus] That's the s*** n**** ball fo' How they dope that they wall fo' Jumpin on ' em hoes They floss the hoes We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos With the funk kick - wishin why'all holy copy with those Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out Whole crews anybody sayin we bust used Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's Now in the N and N.Y. talkin' to why dies with the b**** And some load ki's me insider It's now and never - turn back why should we Let's turn this b**** upside down (how could we) First to be unnoticed - I don't trust that b**** She fine - but she mixed with rat the lil snitch I don't feel right I know cra** bustin bust pipe And the fed I had up on punk a** snitch all night Where we better do - is send that b**** to the ? Take the ki's to the rally car and get that b**** the cap She go be mad about it cause she getting cut out But just let it know her job is done (b**** butt out) Why we here for? - (n**** we here paper chasin') Okay then - well let's made this put reservatoins Bust - train or even train station If you got motophone we can start this operation [Chorus] Now I'm the KING OF ROCK - for my work One time shoot the block I did my sack about the dirt Like a dream team - both feams tryin' around me like impressed Takin' fifth G horse and spork the dope 'port Like a hell is seen hot for s*** - I ain't trippin' Got folks in the bushes with the chop chop - so I ain't slippin' None of these out of town see's and Beems N****s playin 'em gueens street they never seen the pontrees Hobbed on the plane - I'm back on stinky greens And Inglewood floss and faded the whole scene 1-0 back Ol' T - dope grindin' Fresh gear, big wheels, jewels shinnin' So I hit Shall Sunday - watchin' with low-low's hot Me and my N.O. partners - on the strippin' new drops Bentleys, Warreys, Benzes, Hummers With none full of fall for the next twenty Summers [Chorus] And there you have it - that's how it go From top to bottom - half heart, half money n**** Oh - don't get it f***ed up I still got money for my first trip out of town Haha!... you dig!