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[First Verse] I been, through many ghetto wars, suffered some scars Had doggs in different wards headin' behind bars Lord knows it's hard but had to deal with the pain At an early age, smokin' dolja, mane had to maintain Take the strain off the brain, focus my thoughts on the game Put myself in the position never to be crossed out the game Put all my trust in no man, so a bitch is out of the question Headed for riches, gotta get it, fuck what'cha stressin' Forget the second guessin', nigga just watch where your step No weapons in my possession, murderin' done to perfection Send them niggas back to the essence protestin' my nuts It's too late to learn a lesson, you restin' sho nuff! [Chorus:] It's hard but gotta come up our, struggle and strive STILL Drama Az Usual, the only way to survive [x4] [Second Verse] My lifestyle, still crazy fuck how shady it seems By my side bes the three-eighty, lady of my dreams It's a daily routine, hustlin' to get the cream Letras de cancionesFloatin' teens be totin' Glocks fiends be smokin' Rocks, porch stocks, and ye, no cut, hit the block Keep my shit cocked proper for the coppers It's easy for us to operate Finger on my chopper for you haters plottin' to kill Ain't no stoppin' to chill nigga, I'm poppin' at will Reason I got in the field, baby got new shoes Run up on the menace nigga, well let me feed you the blues On top of the hill like I was E-Z gettin' chased by the hounds Better known as the P.D's leavin' niggas face down Fuck a shake down, believe I'll leave you hurt in suspense Before I get caught servin' ye, I'll hurdle the fence Ain't no word for defense, partna I bust when I must Everyday paper chasin' I leave your dick in the dust Ain't no plus for a nigga in this game at all Squeeze a trigga with enough force and brains'll fall [Chorus] [Third Verse] Seems the burdens on my shoulder The older I'm gettin' destiny written in dollar signs Fuck givin' a scholar with dimes Artificial niggas swallow nines No love for foes I'm pluggin' niggas mean mugg, that's thuggin' for hoes Wishin' farewell, is it war that you declare? When it's air fare, caps and straps all over the starewell I'm havin' my lucky seven, rollin' craps, dogg relax Headed for G-straps, partna now it's on like that Any feedback and a chrome gat'll bash your brain Without askin' names, now you in plastic mane Point blank, mash the pain, you fallin' like acid rain Motivated by the dollars now you niggas gotta follow I told you, the penalty for livin' foul is death A solja, layin', many styles to rest I bless, the G's in the sky who refuse to die I know I ain't goin' out in this game, ain't no rules applied Niggas, depend on they tools, supply the handle Business, blast first or pay the graveyard a visit [Chorus] From Letras Mania