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[Chorus: x3] I woke up early this mornin given a new side of my life The sun was shinin you were on my mind [Verse 1:] Still pitching nicks & dimes fiends lineing up Been out since the morn now I'm tired as fuck In the hood I'm like stringer in the wire Can't talk to anybody niggaz talking through the wire man Couple bricks to flip got a click they down wit it Aint no money in the city I'm outta town wit it New face so cops watching the plates So I do like anna nicole and got rid of the weight Sick of being average gotta get that paper right Think I'm good till I see the fucking blue & whites Awe shit dogs sniffing the panel Get a nine to five lil nigga how can you ? When its fiends moving looking for a lil taste Must be stupid if you ain't on that paper chase Got the cuffs on thinking I'm stuck Now I see the patty wagon Man I know that I'm fucked damn. [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Letras de cancionesNow I'm fresh out D.A. Red in the face Cuz I got a jewish lawyer and he ate the case Now its back to the block Cracks in my sock Man I'm like baron davis how I'm good wit the rock Like the want adds putting work on the sets Doing this since 14 I was like shorty in fresh Hustling 1O1 yea man I know the grind Aint gotta talk wit guns they know the strip is mine Like a marathon my lil team run the town Red, yellow, blue crack valves on the ground Fuck up the count you becoming a ghost Yea I got that kind of butter Don't come with the toast And a couple of dojas to cover the shit Block is like ground zero man its covered in bricks Just know if ya paper right I'm a fuck wit ya Cash New York man tales of a hustler [Chorus: repeat 'til fade] From Letras Mania