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(feat. Mack 10) [CHORUS:] Why fall in love with the struggle if the struggle don't love me? Catchin hell as I bubble, still can't let em above me People love you, at the same time wanna see you crumble We gon' hustle rain or sunshine, love to see us rumble [VERSE 1: Mr. Mike] We out the do', you know I got about a ounce or mo' Rock, bounce through the streets, stop countin my dough Hoes creepin four deep in a black Benzo The game's deep, now can you see us, me and Mack One-o? To hell where some go, a don that's velcro We bail and bomb while some fail to turn pro So act like you know, hey hoe, best not doubt me Niggas don't mob without me, ain't nothin fraud about me Time tickin, mind spinnin, can you dig these wicked rhymes? Gettin live, what's the deal with his eyes? Devil I despise Sniff em out like bloodhounds, lyrically puttin my thug down Seriously, y'all can hunch now, spiritually we been drugged down I'm your host now, who's the boss? Niggas get lost and broke down Crossed with golden crowns, then you hear me more than now A million ways to lay the game out I went without a million days before I came out Letras de canciones[VERSE 2: Mack 10] I stay stressed out and short with nowhere to turn I'm out of dope, it's a drought the whole hood is concerned I gotta take what I want, I never learned how to earn I pull my heat out and squeeze, yelli, "burn, baby, burn!" With no rocks to sack up I wonder who can I jack up Along with this .44, which other heat should I pack up? Niggas never been robbed by a guy short in size If I put a 211 in progress, cooperate or die Why fall in love with the struggle if the struggle don't love me? So nigga, why should I watch you hustle off a whole ki? If I say I want it, hand it over or watch the snub nose flame The Chicken Hawk got to have it, dog, and that's on everything Now Mr. Mike (What's up?) You out here ballin these streets Now front your partner a few ones, until he back on his feet And that ain't askin for much if that's somethin that you can do Cause you know if you was short, a nigga'd look out for you [VERSE 3: Mr. Mike] It's like wakin up to eggs, grits, bacon, and blunts Girl, what you do in here? Why you still naked and stunt? (I'm the girl, you're the man, and the sex was fun I ain't makin this up, nigga, you made me come) Alright we done, back to the lab without a mic to grab Can't take this poverty, crews sling We hoo-bang for the robbbery (Who's game?) The chosen one, three years old, know how to hold a gun I'm on the run till I finally find the right one Mr. Mike, guns and glocks can't stop me Cause we here tonight, love and props is all I see Somebody callin me, I'm dealin with these inner feelings Show my partners the game, a damn shame, they still don't get it I won't quit it, cause I'm livin life on the edge Sometimes I feel I'm better off dead Closed caption for the feared and the scared We here, we there, no need to compare From Inglewood to Hollyhood, catch us out there From Letras Mania