Lyrics
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-guns money and liquor that's what moves me kid
-streetlife livin' under the knife die for this shit
-got me heartless blunts I twist
-my lungs'll probably pop I won't stop for shit
-I gotta cop more bricks drop more whips
-n stack chips if I gotta use masks and fifths
-you don't know me stress made me wanna stay lonely
-and that's what seperates me from the phonies
-and what I work for I gotta guard with my guns up
-get rich or die tryin' to get these fuckin' funds up
-if I go out with a bullet bury me with a Tec
-22 and on my grave put "I'm watchin' you"
-I ain't crazy I just been through alot of pain
-sick n tired of this fuckin' drug game
-pourin' OE on the ground that's the way that I cry
-stay gangsta 'til the day that I die
