It's time.. lock in



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Go hoodlums, go thugs

All my street niggas moving them drugs

Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich

I know the radio ain't really gon' like this but



I see everybody talking bout the Cris' they drinking

Nobody really saying what a thug is thinking

See these bitches don't know you till you come with the Lincoln

or the Porsche eyes lift up like the car was blinking

Real niggas on the block with big dimes in his sock

Heavy weed, I bet somewhere around is a Glock

Posted up, leaning on the Corvette butt

Popping shit about the hoodrat that made you nut

Like nigga what? Just a G-D

More money, more jewelry than niggas on BET

I just wanna make a dollar, hook up my Impala

If you feeling Sheek Louch, somebody help me holler



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You ain't paying the bills or making it rain

You just sitting on your broke fat ass complaining

And you wonder why you here unless you running the train

Ain't getting money with them big boys that's heavy in 'caine

How you think the True Religions and the Jimmy Choo came?

How you think your little man got the XBox game?

Get money bitch, get your head did

Fuck that nigga, go and have another kid

You could be broke alone, you done heard it before

And cause you fucking with these niggas don't make you a whore

You just tryna get a couple things you seen in the store

that this bum broke nigga couldn't do before



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Aiyyo, still white tee, still hug the block

No suits on me, nah homie lick a cock

Trey-eighty on the bus coming back with the lady

Tailored Greyhound and a yankee-colored Mercedes

You ain't never had a week in the box

You ain't never rolled hits and ate rich, you know, the life of The LOX

And I still got a fan base, rap or not

Fresh out the pot, nigga, I still got a fan base

Don't get mad, U-P-S is hiring

Act hard, these lil' niggas is firing

All this gimmick-ass rap getting tiring

Y'all niggas' hood pass about to be expiring



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