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[Verse 1:] Here we go again Mom dukes broke again Pops pop up once in the blue then he hit the wind I gotta get some ends, can't rely on my friends cause when the smoke clear it's only me I can depend on Cause nobody gave a nigga shit That's why I'm bout to get this fifth and run up on a nigga quick And if I have to I'm a empty out this clip just incase he run his lip and try to play like clark kent I'll leave that nigga bent like he just smoked a spliff By any means I gotta get what I can get And my means is this gac with rubber grip And I mean it when I say give me all your shit Cause what I got in my pocket could help me pay the rent and to not get evicted I'll go to any extent Was born and raised in a hell hole but I adapt to my habitat so I guess you could call me the devil [Chorus:] Homey I'm in these streets I ain't get a good sleep in a week, I'm felling weak nigga I gotta eat (gotta eat!), I'm bout to creep up on niggas with heat (with the heat then!), Blow, blow, blow capech (with the piece then!), Rock rock niggas to sleep (rock em to sleep then!), Bounce, bounce back on my feet (on my feet!), Ribs is touchin turnin into a beast, Like I said before nigga I gotta eat (gotta eat!) [Verse 2:] Letras de cancionesGo to school don't be a fool that's what they tellin me Fuck that! I need paper in my pockets see My pops is gona, my moms don't got a J.O.B. So how the fuck me and my family suppose to eat? I cop one 8 Ball to get me on my feet Then cop 2 more to get me through the week I envy them mu'fuckers who think life is sweet That's why I'm out juxing niggas on the back street I got a habbit to have it so if you got it I'm a grab it Grab back and you'll be in a black carriage And I ain't talking bout the one they use for marriage I'm talking bout the one that have your mom dukes spazzing The measures that I take for cabbage get's drastic I'll run up on a nigga for his paper with the plastic like Let me have it, before I let you have it 16 shot's now you do the math-matics [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I'm on the curb slinging herb to them pot-heads While my man on the other side serving rock-heads I'm on my own now, atleast that's what my pops said Sometimes I feel like they all can fucking frop dead But ma said they'll be better ways Still I don't see no fucking way unless I let this tooly spray That's why I move the hay and let styxx move the yay We break bread together hoping for a better day Now I'm standing in the rain, grouchy as a mother fucker from the stomach pains You see me creeping, yea I'm coming for that chain Come up off it mane for I blow you out the frame Seem like every week somebody else it getting slain I ain't tryna be the next statistic in this game But I'm hungray so I break day Selling nick, dimes, dubs and treys... You know what it is [Chorus] [Outro: Stones speaks] Shit is crazy out here man, gotta do what we gotta do to stay alive, by any means neccesary From Letras Mania