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Through the Wire
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This is
Loud
Listen homie, here's a jewel to make your game change
Keep the main thing the main thing, uh
Get some money, mind your business
Or you gon' be dependent on a nigga like his chain swang, uh
Gotta hold the ratchet tight, it's just a fact of life
'Cause where we come from now, this shit ain't paradise, uh
But we gon' make these niggas pay up
You talkin' gettin' money, nigga, say us
I love you niggas, stay up
They tell you get your weight up
But once you do, that's when them niggas turn the hate up
That's why these niggas hate us
We pull up in the latest, and watch the bitches rate us
Cash, no card games, now tell the waiter, "Spade us"
These niggas life is made up
They ain't never take that car but off the raise up
Was fuckin' all the place up
Fingo up the block, you got no rock, you took a pay cut
Them life lessons made us and rap albums raised us
Loud
My bark's still weak today
Really?
It ain't workin' with the ammunition I got
Kush God, bitch
No doubt you carryin' a full clip
But what you gon' do when you sittin' at the head of the table?
Once you there, you got to hold it down
Sound like one of them good problems
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Uh, shuffle the page, they duckin' the fade
Stuck in my ways, fuck it, I'm paid
I got the jungle brothers fired, I'm stuck in a daze
All my loyal homies free, they was stuck in the cage
You a whole vibe of bad energy, double the sage
I had luck in the Bay
Them good numbers, my customer favs
D-boy stance, check my posture
This block work, hittin' these like depth, shout "Prosper"
You got green, I got Rastas
Hustlin', 'scripts on deck, I need doctors
But that's another story, that's between me and them
Went through a couple spots, they never seen me again
Circa '97, once the schemin' begin
The path was appealin', the undescribable spectacular feelin'
Lot of shit happened in the back of the buildin'
Tenement apartment, work stacked to the ceilin', really
Prisons and graveyards full of boys who woulda grind
Point is, they would
It's my turn to wear it now
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