(feat. Nashawn)



[Chorus]

We live like we got left for time

Better get why

But in the end will you be satisfied

If your life

We got to realize (gotta realize)

Money, cars, niggaz, bars, clothes

No tellin what you know 'bout us



[Nashawn]

Minked out fresh line

Beam it out seat recline

All these hood chicks admire my shine

47 inch links, all kind of pieces

Drugs scales remember the days of drug sells

And now accountings send me checks in the mail

And I ain't got time for no sell

Diver Rims spinnin on a new CL

Too much money gotta stay on the DL

All these hoar hoes callin my cell

Forward the calls to my voice mail

Nashawn fortune pervail

Got these bitches feelin me like a blind bitch'll feel brail

I coped diamonds it ain't hard to tell

For my shine have a lead fight my charm like the head light

I know everythin that there is to know

That you gotta  know to blow

We get that dough, holla is



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[Wiz]

Yo, I pick a brick up, the quicker picker upper

Cook on ovens, pushin shoven, the hustler

Early in the mornin, watch out for police

The D's and decoys try to destroy me

But I'mma...champ not a chump

I move swifin turn the pistol on the punks

But what will the jury say, think do

I can't think of that, fuck it

I might as well run cool

Through the projects like "Batman & Robin"

Cops and robbers, but I'm liver

Kill you and hide ya

What could I do but be a project nigga

That'll engine somethin quicker for figgaz

I can't lie to you

I realized how to survive and get money stay alive

But all my niggaz be so quick down and die

But all my thorugh nigga know they can't take that money to th sky



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[Jungle]

Yo, we confronted Tupac smoked blunts wit Biggie

Got love from Suge Knight, did the clubs wit Diddy

I was just a lil kid when Nas from the Bridge

He would bail me from jail, keep me free from bids

Why play in the pool when I can surf in the ocean

Livin that rich life I like that camotion

The bitch wit the tities out, got a nigga open

My jewelry be showin, heavy when we rollin

Please don't bring yo girl around me

One look at Jungle she hand me the pussy

Just like a waitress servin my dinner

My diamonds be drippin, she need a bread winner

I burn C-notes hold 40 cal in plastics

Put fashion in the Benz, fuck it if I rap it

The money keep stackin in duffle bags and shit

We came a long way, ma tell 'em how we live



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