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Correct 92 Lyrics
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[Intro] 92, def-def-def-definitely you need to get your hustle on 92, I can't breathe without my money Active in the hood [Verse] Ho boy, oh boy Straight out the gutter where niggas had to fight for it Risk your life for it, take flight for it Boxin' awkward in the game just like Floyd Grams rapid, wrappin' 'em up in plastic Put a tax on it to ship 'em off to addicts Y'all ain't gotta ask about my actions I was active in the hood, a crack activist Nah, I ain't blow though, sold it on the low-low Hustle up enough to put grams on the photo Pose in the momo, Obie is so dolo Motorola explode, I was needin' to chase dough (92) Erase hoes, por favor custo where's the pesos? O in the O's mobile, holding on a dollar bill Just to get a holla from lil' mama and maybe feels Real nigga first, caught a 301 I'm pushin' them pills, watch 'em disperse Hoppin' out the waffle house, what problem I'm facing? Pager on my waist could probably feed a nation [Refrain] (Get your hustle on) Nigga hoes sex sell out I say "Pager on my waist could probably feed a nation" Ch-ch--ch-ch-chase dough (Get your hustle on) [Verse 2] Jump out the whips they're straight outta the sticks, and Throw a bald eagle on 'em, nah, nigga dip it Shoot the netty or the jam sound audio Those 15's, I'm the man in mi barrio Allow me to take you back to ninety-deuce With a 40 ounce brew and a nickel and dime too Disrespect B.I.G, I go see what the Ruger do Years don't follow, you be with the losers brew Beneath the core of whoever you love before 'Cause whoever you loving now keep open at heavens door 'Cause they coming for shorts, post-mortem, some orphan Forced to grow up to hate Obie Trice origin Pushin' the tourist, wrapped up oranges Mappin' out somewhere cordial to meet a terrorist Taurus on the hip just in case he can't afford this Wanna take a nigga pre-cursors Nigga I work for this, I murk for this I erase your loved one who birthed you, bitch Have mercy on him Lord, superfluous I kept a pistol on my person, just for this, just for this [Refrain] 92, 92, def-def-def-definitely you need to get your hustle on 92, dope boy, I sure hope somebody is listening to what I'm saying, 92 [Verse 3] Crack poppin', Obie's nowhere moppin' Often, mama had a problem with my logic She ain't never stop shit, rest in peace Eleanor All she ever wanted for them boys was what's better for 'em What you think I'm sellin' for? Way before the bail out, we was on the porch watchin' lady get a mail out (92) First and fifteenth, nigga, hoes sex sellout No disrespect, boy, might have been yo' mama shit I'm just a hustler on some dope boy garnishment [Outro] 92, get your hustle on, dope boy
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