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keep playin' haters, keep hatin' So
much to say so, little time For
the hood that I pray Haters
I spit you die slow; die; slow; Wash

my hands in some in-scent smoke Pull
a leaf off a tree Flip
it over nothing innocent though City
split it over to me Hennessey
spilling over tenements of qb It's
real or more a day Plenty
of ways to die Plenty
of ways to survive Plenty
of ways gettin' high Straight
sip the innocent kind And
the rest unjustified with an alibi normal, racquets Undercovers
with heat in their slumber jackets Government
badges and colored stripe brackets G's
sittin' pretty like cash and ( )???Witty
thugs play out I; obey the writer Ala Swaying
in and out above, and beyond The
humidity really, got me jittery Cold
like a barrel of ice Dark
shadows of life I
put my head on a pillow di-do-do-ditto, What
son say you, still know I
catch a chill flowing through my temple It's
real simple Good
faith common, sense six-triple, in the mix Dippin'
through quick aiming to get you it's; the click [Chorus!

]:For
the thuns each, one to each one son Street
life is all I know Ways
to move I pay dues I'm; talking to all of you Warfare
is when you go For
the cash 'cuz I reach for them Reach... for them Street
life is all I know Full
bellies and cellis close, enemies to siece memories Warfare
is when you go [Hostyle]

Yo
It's.. Hostyle que pasa No?
masa tu; eres no problema Cliente
hah Drama?
with dada is dangerous Bang
with anguish Flame; with a touch Deranged
ain't enough Gunpowder
laying on my cuff Call
my bluff The
streets don't stop it's; like a marry-go-round The
beats don't stop multiply; various rounds Of
hard knock bar, locked gates These
are the brakes Family
ties without a trace Old
G's With...??? sheets of casper toke Premeditated
plans later dated Haters
waited with iron plated heat Designed
made, miraculously dated in deep memory So
Keep... countin' dollars Keep
mine moving scholars of rap With
a lot of gats holla'; back [Chorus!

]:You'll

win by all means Struggle
for the cream Hustle
by ways of being Don't
let prophecy end Don't
let the Po-Po knock me again Don't
let the 'nine' c freely*** in sin Missiles
through your flesh tissue Military... issue Guess
you understand the risk you take Dissed
you on your forehead snake More
dead weight Pitch
fork love It's; for coke thugs b
s*****huffin' & puffin' huffin'; & puffin' about nothin' Watch
you say I hold against you in the court of law Gun
firing wall; to wall (
)???closed from burn holes Fires
turned on my stone F... k**That 'Cuz!
I gotta eat pockets; so swolled From
reasons of livin' The
breath I'm givin' All
the checks I'm scribblin' it's; real baby [Chorus!

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Songwriters: PERCY CHAPMAN, ROB TAYLOR
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