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[Mr. 3-2]May life be a trip, I never knew, things could ever get badAs I got no love my 17 shot glock with extra clipsThat`s it, I`m going all out and if I die then remember meCause in these last days I`m feeling like I`ma hit the penitentiaryFor real, trying to deal with this every day struggleYou got to get up, up off your rump baby and hustleI tussle, work my muscle, and boss hogTake what`s mine, and still screaming fuck y`allIf I can`t ball, they better lock me upShackled down, hand cuffed, on sight I`ma bustWhat`s up, where your nuts, I get rushed to the headThug for life, motherfucker till I`m deadMr. 3-2, boss of all bossesAnd I ain`t, tolerating no lossesAnd no excuses, cause this world is so shifeStreet game forever, and it`s like that for life, nigga(Chorus)Will I ever see the stage againRadio D.J.s gone respect my rhythmFeeling like I`m fin to hit the pen againWhat will I do for foodLiving in the ghetto turning boys to menCrooked cops and killers interrupt my missionTell me will I ever pimp my penn againHustling is all I can do[Verse 2]I was born on a fucked up day, had to be, holidaysWith nothing but frowns on my face, the sadness brought madnessTo a family that was built, unconsciencely I love emBut some consciencely, running these streets, living constantlyIt`s costing me, way too much, but the slums got meJacking niggas work something, exclude before I hurt somethingInhale, exhale, ok, I promise things Gone get better, just give me one more daySo I can work my jealous friends to have aroundSo I can tote my shit and hurt my belly for trying to stay downStay focused on what I`m trying to accomplish, and not be accompliceStay real, stay true, pay dues, and don`t become a victim of some mob shitI never let this misery, push me to do something I regretBut just notice you in danger, I want you to feel my angerAnd if I ever feel like I`m danger, I`ma empty the chamber, oh-oh(Chorus)[Z-Ro]These motherfuckers want me dead, at least that`s how it seems to beAn army of motherfuckers against me Dean and EWho you gone call, when my commratery come down rainNothing but revenge to keep me sane, it ain`t nothing like pain Cause when I squeeze it then you bleed, satisfaction is guaranteedBlack hearted ever since the first murder, off precious is my breedEnemies, fuck all my foes, fuck all my friendsUnless I`m in the penn, I`ve got nobody to call my kinCause all the real niggas are dead or in jail, but I`ve beenLeft in struggle for success trying to get a check from Southwest WholesaleLook at all the 16`s that I`ve wrecked, and I`m practically poorOn top of that I`m homeless my niggas don`t want me no moreFuck being ten to get in, these motherfuckers act like they don`t know my faceBetter remember I`m quick to click and hit don`t act like you don`t know my paceWell fuck rapping, I need some right now money, it`s getting crucialIf I pimp my pen, I got to wait 3 months for trade me scratch for lunch moneyMonday night the sirens seemed so loudI hope that I can lose this crowdLately, it go down that wayThat`s why a nigga quick to get the K and sprayWe could of been so throwed togetherBut because I was short it`s on my cheddarI haaaad to get up and bleed the block, and it don`t stop(Chorus)

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