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Daz Dillinger and JT the Bigga Figga - Long Beach 2 Filmoe

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Like this

[Verse 1]
Livin` my life on the streets nigga, completely a hustle mission
It`s do or die, no doubt we tryin` to get it nigga
Read about the slick Gambinos
Keepin` it locked on both sides of the globe, sunshine is no
It`s kind of crazy in these streets
Where killers will grab the heat
Nigga listen to the shit that I speak
Y`all know the outcome, from Filmore to Third
It`s crucial on every turf
They ride and skird off
Until the next day they plot and let the gats burst off
I`ve seen it with my own eyes
A witness to this sick life
Where niggas will kill to flip some vice
Or a Vette, Viper, or Lex to floss around the West
Shit I`m nothin` nice so out on these streets keep a vest

[Verse 2]
I`d rather ball than be on these streets hustlin` for mine
It`s dirty out here so I`m only trustin` the nine
And I`m knownin` this money ain`t worth my freedom
My homie caught a case back in 88 and ever since I ain`t seen him
I live the life of crime, affiliated in this dangerous times
Where you either bangin` rhymes or sellin` dimes
And jail time ain`t nothin` new to thugs
Movin` drugs, takin` it one time and duckin` slugs
Fuck the love cause it ain`t none and never will be
Ya shake my hand call me ya man but probably wanna kill me
I still be one of the realest to spill it
And all that shit that you talkin` about doin` I been did it

[Hook x2]
This is playin` hard, involved in the streets
Bailin` from bars, street stars playin` for keeps
Bullin` pants saggin` straps under the seat
Hustlin` instead of gettin` caught in all the beef

[Verse 3]
I stay tucked on my way to the block
The gunshots keep the turf on hot
Crack rocks and fat knocks
All the homies in the jeans ya tryin` to get it
Better keep ya cabbage man them niggas be tryin` to split it
Dirty ones, dirty thugs and then niggas
Head full of drama and everybody wants vengence
Smokin` on blunts and conversatin` over E`s
Sippin` on Seagrams cup and plottin` on some G`s
Moves get mad, crews get sprayed and the bodies get left
Every fuckin` move you make you gotta watch ya step
And the streets is like a time bomb, know the facts
Never speak business about murders and pullin` jacks
With the shake of the dice you ballin` or either broke
If ya stay in the drama might live or get smoked
Cause it`s fifty-fifty, laugh now cry later
And funkin` is for keeps and they comin` back with the sprayer

[Verse 4]
It gets low, we keep it locked until we sittin` on top
But I`m the chief of the squad, callin` shots
It`s nineteen-ninety fever
It`s Tha Commissiona, representin` the Gamblaz
But confidentialy we goin` platinum
We feel the truth until the world listen up to hear the real
Cause it`s for certain we keepin` it locked and holdin` it down
It`s definetly not a get rich quick scheme
That`s official, it`s our time to shine we takin` over
It`s one of the many, I`m playin` by my own rules
Constantly I`m tryin` to stick and move
Avoidin` the block, providin` for the rest of the fam
And I`m a made man
That`s why I`m tryin` to execute this major, master plan

[Hook x4]

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