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Bringin' Tha Trap Back To Ya Trunk, Straight Loud, No Bunk. Gettin my music straight again, ya feel? Just doing what I wanna do till I die.
Grind All Day. If you aint it, dont say it. Fuck tha fakes and tha snakes..... I've always been real and true to who I am, if you aint, stay up off me. Yall say you tha truth, prove it.... I did along time ago. Nate aka ya Boy U-NeeK
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #7,858
Peak in subgenre #1,251
Author
U-NeeK
Rights
2005 Ghost PR./S.I.A.R.
Uploaded
August 18, 2005
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:31
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-CHORUS- for tha fakes, for tha bustaz for the peoples that know we aint trust ya you aint lived a hard day in ya whole life so how ya know whats up with tha street life -repeat- ~::VERSE 1::~ like morpheus to neo, told em have faith Runnin to die, but aint no where safe they dont believe me thou get caught up in dealin dro, stompin blow living low, murdered him, instead of tko cause technically I could have knocked him out living off my first song play and radio shout feelings mount, peoples doubt charges filed, 25 to life cause I aint got clout alloted council time, one call to make one bond to live thru, not to break call the studio, hook me to tha mic I'll spit on death row, let tha ratings spike 5 minutes on the phone line, I done made 100k living in my last, my last, my last days ~::CHORUS::~ for tha fakes, for tha bustaz for the peoples that know we aint trust ya you aint lived a hard day in ya whole life so how ya know whats up with tha street life -repeat- ~::VERSE 2::~ hung up, dropped back to sag, flip a quarter ounce with crack to bag push it quick, kats all on my dick even felons hailing me. "whats new? whats selling?" Feel like I'm neva make it out desperately seeking a way out! warrant on grand theft auto, cops pull a felon like they wont the lotto I got thoughts aint told god thou See back in tha day I use to smoke weed twist up a tree, chill high, without mouths to feed homie's in tha set, dying over greed time to push keys, to fill the bellies of ya seeds but my words ya betta heed dont get in tha game, less ya wanna die cause we living in our last days, no lie ~::CHORUS::~ for tha fakes, for tha bustaz for the peoples that know we aint trust ya you aint lived a hard day in ya whole life so how ya know whats up with tha street life -repeat 2 times-
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