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AK-47
Blanco
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Uh, lights low
(Cookin' Soul)
But I stay high
Yeah, look, look, look
It's ten racks on my neck and 20 more on my brodie shit
I'm self-made, ain't no nigga ever throw me shit
Beside my enemies, I'm watchin' who I'm rollin' with
That .40 on me like a fuckin' Motorola clip
Shit, I feel like a million when I'm four-wheelin'
A 745 parked in front of your building
Designer jeans, Gucci Locs, I'ma go kill it
I got a kilo on my neck, I'm a go-getter
See, what you lookin' at now, that's my old vision
Chess move, my next move to get more bidness
Promise, I'll be on my tip 'til my toes give in
I'ma always shine, I'd never let my glow blemish
I hear 'em talkin' but fuck what them niggas say
'Cause real niggas know a real nigga demonstrate
And real niggas know it's real 'cause I illustrate
The feelin' of a young hood nigga when he gettin' cake
Hussle
The feelin' of a young hood nigga
The feelin' of-
Get-gettin' cake
Hoo-hood nigga gettin' cake, get-gettin' cake
The feelin' of get-get-getting cake
One motherfucker from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggas if they fuck around
One motherfucker (Blanc, what up, my nigga?)
One motherfucker, fuck, fuck (yeah)
Buckin' niggas if they fuck, fuck around (Mistah F.A.B.)
I came up wearin' the same stuff
Who ever thought I'd push the Rolls, Lexus, and Range truck
Shine hard 'til the rain come
And when my mama died, shit left my brain numb (fucked up)
A young nigga from the crack to the curb
When this young nigga's black, sellin' crack's to the birds
Hopped in this music with his rap and his word
If this music shit fails, then I'm back to the curb
Hustle hard like my nigga Nip
Whether you a Blood or a Crip nigga, thug or a pimp
I was raised in the block where the shit gets thick
Where you're trained just to hit like a Rott or a Pit
My daddy died, so 'Pac was my father figure
A attitude, didn't wanna be bothered, nigga
And grew up, thug niggas was my role models
At the house parties, drunk off a whole bottle
The feelin' of a young hood nigga
The feelin' of a young, gettin' cake
Hoo-hood, gettin', gettin' cake
The feelin' of get-get-getting cake
One motherfucker from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggas if they fuck around
One motherfucker buckin' niggas if they fuck
Fuck, fuck, fu-fuck around (yeah)
You think I'm playin' when I say I got a fully auto? (nah)
Money, guns, drugs is my fuckin' motto (yeah)
And my bitch is a model
She don't say shit 'cause the bitch Italiano
And I'm a fuckin' capo (yeah)
Yeah, a real desperado
Let's say a half-hour, meet at McDonald's
Bring 50 stacks in all crispy hundos
What, we got a problem?
Even my bitch be white girl mobbin'
Nah, I'm lyin', she be actin' all lady-like
But you's a fag, get in free on ladies' night (you bitch)
Oh, I get it, I'm crazy, right?
Some sorta wanna be Slim Shady type
I'm a drug addict, with a gun habit
I mean a gun addict, with a drug habit
The feelin' of a young hood nigga
The feelin' of-
Get-gettin' cake
Hoo-hood nigga, gettin' cake, get-gettin' cake
The feelin' of get-get-getting cake
One motherfucker from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggas if they fuck around
One motherfucker
One motherfucker, fuck, fuck
Buckin' niggas if they fuck, fuck around
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