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My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my scratch My hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batch My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my straps My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my gats The wires the taps the traps Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova' Just remember tell my motha' I love her, I love her On top of that the i the r the s Police station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest Fo' tax evasion, fake identification Up under alias number skipped bail Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail An' told some stuff Vallejo didn't raise no powder puff When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make believers Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers Can you do me a favor an' ask yo' neighbor Did he blast first an' ask questions later I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't gonna hurt him [Chorus] Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim After ditchin' an' dodgin' the rolla I found myself in South Dakota All by myself grindin' an' runnin' the block Hustlin' an' slangin' them rocks Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' locations an' spots Greasin' an' cleanin' my glocks Cookin' an' throwin' away pots Coppin' an' orderin' chops Sewin' an' stitchin' up cock Scheming an' plottin' my knots Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' kickin' locks Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they botch Servin' flour in a drought I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done struck out Already it's heavy I'm hurtin' Two nights ago ran upon the wrong person Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my head Instead it hit me in my leg burstin' Who got a band-aid Can't go see a surgeon cause I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical I'm in this pal for quite sometime Now I been wanted for a little while Somebody dropped a dime an' I was [phone rings] [Chorus] Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim The grays the hounds the bussies Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in Kentucky Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga Stressin' poppin' pills Takin' more than anti-depressants I got the chills Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons Got mo' scrilla' than I done count blessings Since I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons Engine block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 them 7's Ya get mopped as far as weapons I ain't neva been no sucka in life Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice Fuckin' around when they brought me down to be exact On the streets I'm nothin' but up in here I'm under dat act [Chorus] Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it. gotta git gone, git on out The highs the speeds thew chases, the relays the laps the races My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
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