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Oooh, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout how shit used to be Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye About my shit I’ma get rich or die tryin' (get rich or die tryin') Every man count can’t be a waste of my time Really cooked the soft really came from the struggle Off for two months easy days in the struggle I never fumble only promise that I made Ask mama, damn near gave her ever comma that I made Know it's something hangin' from that Somalama thang Young life crucify you for that problem, we gang Lord knows, it’s a body on the thang It’s a body on the thang, Lord knows You don’t catch a body for the gang, you ain’t know Lil caught a body for the gang then he told Murder on my mind that ain’t healthy for your soul Trackin' down a bag, gettin’ wealthy on the road It’s only right that I go and let you niggas know I put you on, you ain’t reimburse me for the zone Makin' model got me lookin’ perty on the low You ain’t playin' nothin', you just murder niggas low Oooh, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout how shit used to be Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye About my shit I’ma get rich or die tryin' (get rich or die tryin') Every man count can’t be a waste of my time Letras de canciones Up early in the mornin', blaze up a couple sticks Searchin' for the drug 'cause this thang I’m tryna fix Up go yay cray cray with the whip Serve peach Fanta, couple Xans got me lit Eatin’ up the Interstate, paranoid they might eat Yeah them pigs hit but they ain’t find shit Make them niggas sick 'cause they know my time hit If you ain’t from the gang, you ain’t welcome round here Better keep it on you if you walk around here All we know is murder, get dropped around here Keep it stitched lid, ain’t no talkin’ round here It’s a couple real niggas, wish they was out here You pillow talkin’ keep that sucka shit down there 'Cause I die about mine, boy this shit really real You don't wanna have my squad pull up for the drip Hundred shell gang, I make you niggas feel Oooh, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout how shit used to be Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye About my shit I’ma get rich or die tryin' (get rich or die tryin') Every man count can’t be a waste of my time From Letras Mania