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Correct Trenches Reloaded Lyrics
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Same Nut from over there Can't fuck with it it's a dirty game I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name Couple plays, we finesse Lotta times worked the other one Scrap for it go blow it Got my eyes on another one Heart left a nigga early I had to grow in these trenches Labels scared of my demeanor They say all I show is the trenches Mind your business get your paper Keep low in these trenches Keep it on you go for nothing What I know from these trenches I come from nothing, thugga thugga You know I stayed in some trouble Thief in the night with some duct tape Loaded rifle and a shovel I survived that jungle Poor as hell, it wasn't luck When you starving you kill for a dollar Jail or hell for a buck Nigga came to wet So I ain't taking no losses Let it slide you a target Got my game from some bosses Everything sell itself You just can't be scared to get out there You got it hard while you broke Go ahead and get out there Pay attention mind your business Don't be fucking with them niggas Do your dirt all by your lonely Same shooter turned witness Never show the folks the cash Never show no folks the stash Respect a man if he deserve it And never take from who don't have Same Nut from over there Can't fuck with it it's a dirty game I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name Couple plays, we finesse Lotta times worked the other one Scrap for it go blow it Got my eyes on another one Heart left a nigga early I had to grow in these trenches Labels scared of my demeanor They say all I show is the trenches Mind your business get your paper Keep low in these trenches Keep it on you go for nothing What I know from these trenches Came from nothing, started 80 something Really had to get it out the bottom tho Please believe a nigga had dreams Stay trapping like there no tomorrow tho Remember times got so bad had to borrow dough Flip me a pack, get a quarter eye First time I witnessed a homicide To tell you the truth, I was horrified Every week another altercation, niggas runnin' ain't lettin' nuttin' slide Home invasion get hog tied Just fo shinin' too hard if look sweet Gamblin' house in to the wee hour 50 grand on the good weed Remember doe was a good day, run the bag up on a good jay On the spoons and them cook ye Broke it down, it was all bait We trapping money, gotta watch a smoker He need another he just holla for it Gotta a problem, same set ride for it Long live the Don, dat way I remember nigga Nut can't even lie, but when I hear a voice think can see his face Same Nut from over there Can't fuck with it it's a dirty game I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name Couple plays, we finesse Lotta times worked the other one Scrap for it go blow it Got my eyes on another one Heart left a nigga early I had to grow in these trenches Labels scared of my demeanor They say all I show is the trenches Mind your business get your paper Keep low in these trenches Keep it on you go for nothing What I know from these trenches Every dog got his day You gotta stay down and get yours The hustle be in you not on you Way down in your pores Lawyers fees be a bih Twelve crackaz be your peers A broke nigga get fried Got some bread a couple years Manslaughter was the case See one day, the fast way Told on her shorty rolled yeah Ran for that boy to his last day Ain't nobody givin' nuttin' to ya Grind hard or you starve, nigga I be punching 13 You just start stealing cars, nigga You either trapping or your rob nigga Country boys in the cars nigga It's just what we had going on Stayin' alive was a job job, nigga Every dream would get large, nigga Every scheme would eat large, nigga Keep it on you, fuck the feds 'Cause every team hit hard, nigga Al Green at the barbeque Turn on that pocket get shot up You don't gotta take something down Ask your plug how he got up Same Nut from over there Can't fuck with it it's a dirty game I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name Couple plays, we finesse Lotta times worked the other one Scrap for it go blow it Got my eyes on another one Heart left a nigga early I had to grow in these trenches Labels scared of my demeanor They say all I show is the trenches Mind your business get your paper Keep low in these trenches Keep it on you go for nothing What I know from these trenches
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