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Ever since my early teens I've been a loc on these

streets

'Gold is for 24 I go for broke on these streets

My flow is a young Mike Tyson I put the hit on niggas

And even when I'm countin off I still spit on niggaz

No super friends I smoke purple stuff alone in my room

That cush made me leave my body I was gone in my room

Mad swangas, to mo no blocks, I switch cars like socks

Either it's somethin with the roof missin, or a hard

white top



Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my

classes

Now what they spend on a house I blow on designer

glasses

Even without a platinum plaque, this ain't cappin,

I'm just tellin you what my life like, so this ain't

rappin

Don't you ever tell the captain, that my money ain't

right

I'm a have to pay money, to spray money, cause money

ain't right

No more throwin no bodies, so I can stand on these

streets

I got an army behind me, cause I'm the man on these

streets



I did some time locked down, but now I'm back on these

streets

Here to save ya'll from all this wack rap on these

streets

I left ya'll with I'm Still Livin, provin I wasn't dead

If you wonder why I'm out early, my lawyer got his

bread



Much love to my industry homies, who didn't forget

about me

Paul Wall, Pimp C and my partner Flip-eraci



But since I do business with Rap A Lot the feds watch

me

But I'm like Shaq up under the backboards you can't

stop me

When I was hustlin no police could find a rock near me

Now that I ain't hustlin they can see all of my rocks

clearly

B S foldas, ava smokas, these are of Joseph

Known to catch you in the club flee and make women

wanna come closer

Homie don't get it twisted cause you see me on a poster

You disrespect me, the magnum come out the holsta like

it's 'sposed ta





I don't give a fuck cause I'm the man on these streets

I'm a hitman, whatever I'm aimin at I hit man

After I hit her she can't stand up without a kickstand

Not a special kind of fool, just hit her with the mule

If she find the itch to set me up, I'll hit her with

the tool

I got a daughter to raise, I ain't tryin to leave

Plus all this money I'm makin you think I ain't tryin

to breathe

Inhale exhale... now that's better

Over 800, 000 independent now that's chedder


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