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unreleased tupac lyric, free speech, katie ford, mp3, robert wightman, larry charles, by beth lapides, humourous, television, too short, about, minority, lyrics, tamil, 2 pac, people, the goddess,
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We got the same shit they gotta get Every step I take Every sale I make Every meal I ate Head auctions to head whoever hustle hardest On the block ducking charges Nigga fuck the sargeant GOt a job All my battles got a picture;cope Listen though I'm if-in though GOtta give 'em mo' Hell No I've did blocks with red tops But now a nigga sell Word to my auctions young thugs In jail and jury They made it hell for a hustler My bail's high as fuck auctions son Dying luck none Supplies with much guns I bucked one Just to let you know That I can touch one So I can crack the wrath Still hell for a hustler NO insanity plee for me I ride the beef 'til i burn Since in me Embarge from the lessons I learned And in turn I'm hostile Guess you can call me anti-social NIgga's shaking Like they caught the holly ghost When I approach 'em Try and pause it before I smoke them Like Sazu Nigga's doing to these snitches before it's done to you And if the cops come arrest me in the evening Best believe they comming for my dogs in the morning And if I die by slug The death of a true thug Telling me when my migga's moaning Getting blown out High watch me murder then burn Before he testify, strikes Or get close to my thug I live a troubled
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