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This beat is like you just walking in place like thisLet me try to get through this here...Y'all wanna take my life, then come and get itI'm so committed to street life, sometimes I don't sleepnightsIf y'all ain't ready to die my advice would be toBack up and live, cause the fact of this isI keep .44s in the sky,mind on my moneyNigga, I'm so for real, I hope you're not finding thisfunny, nahLive everyday like my last, fast moneyFast cars,fast temper,draw down faster than y'allI got to get my shit off, I came from nothin'But pop's dick, mom's egg,hungry like a hostageWith every step that I take I use my hood senseStudy my footprints, learn from my mistakesI'm much braver than most, got the heart of ghostI was born dead, baby, my life is all gravyReporting live from the ROC, I rep for my setTill the date of my death, I will die for my blockI gotta get my shit off (get off, get off)Get off my ass and get about that cashLetras de cancionesI gotta get my shit off (get off, get off)Live everyday like my last, like death's approaching fastGotta get my shit off (shit off! get off, get off)Get off my ass and get about my cashGotta get my shit off (shit off! shit off! shit off!)Live everyday like my last...If there was heaven above us, I was living in hellMy neighborhood was the roughest, I never complainedI just adjusted my game, pushed 20s of 'caineBush and Reagen couldn't stop me from makin'I wish I could dream about being a lawyerBut I had dealers in my hallway, death around the cornerCouldn't tell right from wrong,pimps will spoil youGive you dollars for errands when nobody was carin'I got to get my shit off, it rang true every timeI heard it or every time somebody got murderedWe pour liquor on the curb until the cement stainI cried enough tears from my eyes to equal 3-inch rainMotherfuckers, I deserve it when I be in the RangeI copped them uncut stones that be freezing the chainI done been through enough shit to make you pee in yourpantsMan, I'm sorry if we ain't seeing them same, I seen it rainThat's why I give you my up and downs, my pain, my passion,my pleasureMy good and bad times, niggas, my whateverMy hopes and dreams, blood, tears and sweatMy version of R. Kelly, this is a nigga's threatMy life is an open book, nigga, I hope you took from itWhatever works for you,I was put on this earth to moveMountains, I think, I'm almost sureBut I've been smoking a lot lately,not counting my drinksI got to get my shit off, for that I'm certainThat's why it's less than 8 months, I am back to workNigga, I'm clear, I done seen my cupboards bareHeard money mentioned in my mother's prayerHad nights my stomach filled up with nothing but airGot 10 dollars to eat for 4 of us to shareThat's why Hov act like that, quick to snapMac-11 ready,I ain't going back From Letras Mania