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(feat. Fiend, Lifty Stokes, and Oobie)Yo Fiend, what up man? (Yo, yo)You rollin' with these Legit Ballaz right? (Whomp)Aight, well check it outWon't you tell these muthafuckaz a lil' bit about where you come from( )[Fiend]Fire arms, sounds of alarmsConsistency in bodily harmWhere I'm from that's the normFiend the oneLil' nigga ain't no man of creatonOnce we encounter the killin' spree we onMy defects have G's bet onNiggaz dollars get they rep onSpeakin' with heat ? could bring death onNigga I'm called the killaCause every time he get it, it brought chillsLead that's what made 'em take his ass for realI done lost survivorHe never wrote the name of his driversAnd wondered that the man can deprive yaIt's there in black inkWith millions in dirty green had to thinkLives depreciated over drinksCall me twistedRope burns to the neck was insistedAnd all his hope turned to "I guess should I risk it?"[Fiend talkin]And that's why the law is laid downYou know what I'm sayin'?From Fiend to N.O. to Chi, TwistaPimp run it now[Hook - Fiend (Oobie)]Now to my hustlaz slangin' cainI said some survive the gameSome just get they names in the stories to be toldWhy the young never make it oldNow to my hustlaz slangin' cainI said some survive the gameSome just get they names in the stories to be toldWhy the young never make it old (Why the young never make it old)[Liffy Stokes]I live my life drownin' in homicideNever let the drama slideWe killaz quick to let it rideSend a nigga beddy-by when I let it flyNiggaz be yappin' but they scared to dieTalkin' plenty shit till I cap off with the .45Look into these smoke red eyes, feel me starvin'Feel me shakin' up that dope in my apartmentAnd picture me on top of the world and still servin'Blessin' all my shorties with birds to keep 'em workin'As long as my hood is tight, my mind is rightLook at the dope line tonight, just doin' aightFor the nugsY'all got paper, I got paper so let's find some ass to jugThis struggle for power keeps us all up to no goodWith constant heat, we cruise the streets like cops on D'sWith the itchy sittin' dead on the seatFor the wicked and weak, tryin' to get down on what we put downFor this grid-ound, that's why we stand firm with these rid-ounds[Hook][Twista]Never thought that the cries of my people would get louderWhen Chief first came home with that glistenin' white powderBut it gave us powerNever thought them sour packs that had us buyin' clothes and pullin' hoesWould have our new Starter jackets filled with bullet holes(That's how it goes)And who would have ever thought that when we would rock this shitThat we would end up gettin' our whole block litBy-standers got hit upAnd who would have ever thought that women would be up on silent nightsLightin' pilot lightsI would be crept on my a mask on silent nightsNow I'm wonderin' and thinkin', how can a man make a stack off his workFlip a new Lac with his workEnd up in the back of hearseThen be packed in the dirtBlack over turf, can you hear the Mack when it burstHe get cracked where it hurtsFeel the automatic when it jerksComin' up in the land where the white and blue Dracula's lurkIs that what it's worth naw, niggaz got the chrome in ? in the whipNever let the law get the low on the licksBet they got a mob and they mob full of tricksYou ain't on yo P's, you gotta beFuck whats yo strategy, don't be punked like no lameYou just a Bone in the gameSteady baggin' work, hittin' licks, and stackin' cain'[Hook]

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