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[C-Murder talking] Yeah nigga C-Murder in this muthafucka aka Bossalinie Representin` wit my muthafuckin` niggas Prime Suspects Glock, Uzi, New-9, huh, tellin` this muthafuckas about tha game How a nigga chose coke, got locked up, went to tha muthafuckin` pen Got out & balled nigga, straight muthafuckin` ball til we fall Ya heard me, nigga peep game ya heard me, representin`
[Chorus: New-9 & C-Murder] Outta all tha hustles in tha world, I chose coke Caught a joce, locked up an I`m missin` my folks free a soldier, Lord knows my pain burns deep I`mma ball if I can touch them streets [Repeat]
[C-Murder] When I touch tha streets nigga, I`mma act a fool I`m known for totin` semi automatic tools I smoke joes on tha porch wit them O-G`s They taught me how to turn coke to mo` cheese An when a nigga locked up, he keep his mouth shut Cause a snitch get his muthafuckin` box cut An that`s tha code of tha street life I tell a wanna be niggas get they muthafuckin` mind right Cause all tha ballers & shot callers is targets they runnin` from jackers, & crooked cops, & other drug lords An I ain`t dyin` on tha street like a dog I get `em fo` he get me, I ain`t runnin`, I`m killin` all of yall Cause TRU muthafuckin` G`s gonna rise I label him a bitch nigga, by tha fake look in his eyes How many thugs wanna ride wit me Cause I`mma ball til` I muthafuckin` fall when I touch tha street
Chorus:(2X)
[New-9] Fucked up, caught a case gotta learn about life Cause tha judge heart hurtin`, daughter smokin` tha pipe Life in human hands, prosecutor paintin` an ugly picture Off tha top Prime Suspects guilty til proven innocent State appointed lawyer in my ear talkin` ten Take it now or your headed for plenty time my friend 15 to 30 if ya take it to trail An tha D-A ain`t lost in that section in a while A rock in a hard place, smack dead in my face On tha other side of tha game, were them people ain`t playin` It`s rough fuckin` round wit these man made laws But tha junkie boys had me makin` plenty paper Now I`m sick wit a jones for that rotten ass world Touch down today or tommorrow, find me slangin` that girl But I`m sick like a vick chasin` after that high See the red in my eyes, I`m feelin` like I`mma die
Chorus:(2X)
[Uzi] Of all tha hustles in tha world I chose tha coke game Packin` gats & sellin` crack was an everday thang 2 & a quarter they turn to 4 & half an now I sang slabs Perhaps I can grab what I can grab & never dibble & dab Half steppin` wit some fake niggas that just wasn`t in me Weed, coke, dope, & money, shit I gotta have plenty Forgive me for my sins Lord, even though I know it`s a shame But I`m caught up in these worly thangs An if you don`t, then ya considered lame So I`m splittin` brains & caine, play it like nothin` I had to prove I choose to do it for profit, cause if I don`t, then I lose Uzi & Glock livin` witness to tha shit that Milli than did Fuck a job so I rob & if it come I caught a bid To many broad, H-O-D, hand on smoke, missin` my folks But I ain`t trippin`, back at home was a house full of coke Soon as my feet touch down I gotta get me some heat Shit, Lord knows this time I`mma ball when I hit tha streets
Chorus:(3X)
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