Servin’ a Duce
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Back on them streets, gotta make some ends
After servin a deuce
I'm still a hustler from inside my soul
After servin a deuce
I made parole, had to get the fuck out that hole
I got my shoe straightened, belt buckled, good to go
In the fat track dolo fade, I waited, mic tight
But damn, South Park sure looks strange
Twenty-four months since a nigga caught that chain
Straight locked down in TDC, but now I'm coolin with that SPC
That black be back on the streets
Fuck sellin crack, I'm just straight waxin
I hit the park, I grew my fade
But then they break the radio
Gotta get out and plug that's pumpin
Wicked cricket said boomerang be jumpin
I bet I'm rollin in two new O's
I'm back three streets after servin a deuce
Back on them streets, gotta make some ends
After servin a deuce
I'm still a hustler from inside my soul
After servin a deuce
Twenty-four months, I'm back on the streets
And I swear it's fucked up being stuffed up in Harris
Hell with a bra fit tight
Ho think I couldn't sit down and get right
Doin like a loc, should that do his goods too
Call my bitch, a nigga answered her phone
Come to find out she's turnin tricks while I was gone
Bitch is a ho, it ain't a big deal
But niggas roll in parks with the whip wheels
It's really niggas chillin
Philly blunt with the chronic in it
And one wall in the coat
But five hoes think I'm ballin hooptie
But I'm the ten-four one
Back on them streets, twenty-four months
Back on them streets, gotta make some ends
After servin a deuce
You see, I'm still a hustler from inside my soul
After servin a deuce
Fresh out the clink and I'm rollin
A '94 Explorer with the leather low, bought, not stolen
Now I'm rollin down the ave flippin
I gotta jam to the shop to get in
The chrome clip for you to see your reflection
Nine double M in the stash for my protection
Case a nigga wanna try to jack black
Two years been, but I ain't scared to go back
Marvin Gaye's greatest hits on the disc
Candy paint on the chrome, I gotta fix
I'm gearin up to get it on with my niggas though
Like Killer Hoes and my folk named Fuck Them Hoes
Bitches lookin as I roll through the hood
Two years done passed since they seen that nigga Woods
Another hit from the blunt for a mood
But I'm back on them streets after servin a deuce
Back on them streets, gotta make some ends
After servin a deuce
I'm still a hustler from inside my soul
After servin a deuce
I got caught up servin a deuce
Had me servin a deuce
I'm still a hustler from inside my soul
Had me servin a deuce, servin a deuce, y'all