Where We At
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Alright, c'mon
Where we at? (227)
Uh
On Sunday, we makin' salat
Monday is robbers and thevies
Wednesday, it's get over the hump
Tuesday and Thursday
We watch for the sweep
Friday, Saturday, we rejoice
Got Escalade and a Royce
Late at night, I repent for my sins
But every day, I pray for Detroit
When them guns and that 'caine is involved Know some young'uns
That's caged in them walls
One day, hopefully [?]
All the trouble and pain that we caused
By my love of the game, it was flawed
By the money, the chains and the cars
Cali weather, the weed in the winter
Hundred bands in my premium denim
(Fresh to death)
(What else?)
All the clothes, the bricks and the 'bows
(Uh)
End of the day
It just mean that you winnin' (It's on)
Beat the case, he was guilty as charged
He think he can keep cheatin'
The system
Who got better than me with conviction?
No stress, never needed assistance
Oldheads tellin' me that I'm gifted (Yeah)
I'm not better, just meaning I'm different
Got ahead of myself for a minute
(Uh, uh, uh)
I forgot for a second the reason I'm in it
Feds wanna question a nigga
'Bout my personal life
That ain't even my business
I'll never tell on myself
Or nobody else, for that matter
Caught him up
Cross-examined a witness
Now he's servin' two lifes
Have to handle his business
Before his business handle him
Thirty-clip in that F&N
Streets'll take you some places
You never been
So go tell a friend to tell a friend
That this ain't no business to meddle in
'Cause you could get the shit
End of the stick
Not the handle, but the metal end
(Brr-r-r)
Assassins