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Why should I chase the cat when I ain't nothing but a dog
Love riding on hogs, I bring the fog
Matter of fact partner smother your chicken
I'm the black Charles Bronson that be handing out them death wishes
Rock-a-bye kisses
You niggas are poodles that's always dissing
Gon' end up missing found by a fisher
Wishing in a dead life you was Christian
Hoping before you die you ask forgiveness
Soaking in a puddle of blood for what
Because you talk too much and you never shut up
I'm a gangsta pimp thug all in one
Not a musketeer all for one dumb dumb
I carry the big guns, big clips no shit
Niggas really don't know who they fucking with
You punk bitch
Wanna fuck with a real one? You really don't want none
We can go to war for fun me and my big guns now
You stop the hustle? Never
You think you better? Never
Is this a song? Let's get it on in the streets
Whatever
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did, I thought I told y'all
You stop the hustle? Never
You think you better? Never
Is this a song? Let's get it on in the streets
Whatever
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did, I thought I told y'all
No never will I ever lose and
No never will you ever win
I pack tools, pass the MAC-10 and blast ooze at you
Faggot ass rap dudes cause cash rules that's true
The M-O-N the E-Y
Buck slanging them bean pies, yuck slang them keys live
16.5 The street price, live the street life
This can't be right, dodging FBI got the green light
Still moving, fast lane fuck the rap game
Shady like a crap game, watch your back mane
Slang crack mane, slabs, thangs, even kilos
Birds by the flock of seagulls, me and amigo
Yo, illegal business controls America
We leave no witness, buck holes and bury ya
510 United ghettos America
Smoke a lot records that bring mass hysteria
You stop the hustle? Never
You think you better? Never
Is this a song? Let's get it on in the streets
Whatever
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did, I thought I told y'all
You stop the hustle? Never
You think you better? Never
Is this a song? Let's get it on in the streets
Whatever
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did, I thought I told y'all
Bogus, still slang on the block
My young crew for drew always running from the cops
And so never stopping the hustle never
Think you can be better than me motherfucker
I bring the ruckus with a stampede on me
Have everyone saying he getting whooped ooh wee
It's nothing to me, me and lil' bruh still ride on them
Yuck mouth, that breathing dragon spit that fire on them
The crack scrambler, craps and back gambler
Dropped out of school to make cash like fuck algebra
Had to run with the savages, pack calibers to blast at ya
Cops got us on camera like Pamela Anderson Lee
Triple beam grams of the D
Smoking cannabis weed 'til I get my hands on the key
Make your family bleed, kick down your door demanding the cheese
With my band of thieves hop in the getaway van and flee bitch
You stop the hustle? Never
You think you better? Never
Is this a song? Let's get it on in the streets
Whatever
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did, I thought I told y'all
You stop the hustle? Never
You think you better? Never
Is this a song? Let's get it on in the streets
Whatever
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did, I thought I told y'all
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