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Me and the boys, playin a game of cards, plottin up a stunt
Money low, mad as ****, tryna get our money up
Then we remember mane, it was just the other day
Them boys from the other way, wanna purchase yay
So we hit em up, said where to meet us when the sun ain't up
They pulled up in a truck, then I hollered, ayo mane wassup
Asked me where's the stuff, so I said, it's right here in the trunk
My boy in the trunk, with the pump, he ready to pump
Hopped out trunk, they froze up, like a picture from a camera
We grabbed the bags of cash, then he blast, left one in a slump
Now he on the flo', leakin, bleedin, on the pavement
Beggin' us to let him go, pleadin, may as well be savin it
That's the way it goes, cause out here we be heartless
Could be young, could be old, anyone is gon' be targeted
If ya havin' what we want, then, we gon' empty cartridges
And we want it all, from ya wallet to the ****in lint
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I'm a burgler, all I want is cheese, I'm a burgler
Gimme what I need, cuz I'm aimin' for the jugular
first I get the cash, then I leave ya stiff like furniture
Shove the 9 down ya throat, inhale bullets like some smoke (x2)
We 13, maybe 14 deep, scopin' out the scenery
Lookin' fo a chump to beat, while smokin' on some greenery
Spotted me a punk so, the gun I tote, I rose it up
My boys lookin out, makin sho' police ain't rollin up
Said I want ya powder, ya pills, green, and all ya dope
And I'll let it smoke, if I go in ya pockets and ya broke
Don't go tryin' nuthin, unless you wanna get cut like coke
If you try runnin, you ain't gon' be havin legs no mo'
Gon' cut ya vocal chords, if ya even thinkin of makin' noise
Won't even think twice, befo' makin ma gun smoke like a joint
Emptied out his pockets, wallet empty, emptied out the semi
Life worth less than a penny, to me, wrong if u think we letting
You free, leavin you deceased, made you r.i.p.
Rest in pieces, left him on the ground, time to d-i-p
Police, heard us fire rounds, sped off in the jeep
That's the way it be goin down, out here in these streets
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Goin' thru my stash, semi's, auto's, all kinds of guns
Strapped up with the AK-47, that's my favorite one
Found out where dis boy lives, he was bein mean to me
Put up a fight and got away, when I tried to take his jewelry
Nah, I ain't no doctor, but I'm gon perform some surgery
Start choppin wit my choppa, yea, gon remove some arteries
Ain't worried bout the consequence, motha**** the witnesses
Put a mask on, ran in mane, did the ****
Heard some police sirens, I'm surrounded, by the boys in blue
Out a window, started firin, they ducked down, but I took out two
Kept sprayin, ran out of choppa rounds, bout to lose my cool
Checked the back, window, peered through, saw they were there too
They saw me at window, fired bullets at my throat
That's the way it goes, when you live the life I chose
Bullet, hit my jaw, now I'm laid out on the flo'
Blood runnin down my clothes, knockin on the devils do'
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