hey give me weed for a G and let me mob  
       and fuck what you talkin about playa  
       cause I do my job  
       I never knew nothin but hustlin  
       struggle and strive just to stay alive  
       never could keep a nine to five  
       so I'm making my cent  
       a proposition that you can't refuse  
       in it to win it, never lose  
       steady payin dues  
       I hear em hollerin, say bleed you got the juice now  
       got me nerved up and ready to knock some shit loose now  
       but hold me down  
       and let me know you know for sure  
       when you see me sideways ballin out the door  
       gone to the liquor store  
       commin off the slab  
       smokin on some weed with plenty hoes to stab  
       on behalf of the Concentration Camp  
       we breaking bread for life  
       so everything gonna be alright now  
       my nigga my nerve  
       fresh off the curb  
       jelly, jam, and preserve  
       nothin but balls and my word  
       fuck what you heard  
       smoke something nigga  
  
  
  
  
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