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Baby baby get up what? You'e already late for workWhat time is it? it's 10 30Oh yeah I forgot tonight, I'm working the graveyard(chorus)I know my man is moving things9 to 5 baby, I got a job baby.I hope one day my nigga changeAll the time baby I'm on the grind babyI keeps that 9 in my drawers cuz you know I like to ballNigga I ain't warren g, but sometimes I want it allFlip a half into a whole, I mean an ounce into a brick.Get it for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be richPut them 20's on my benz so you know I got so mensKeep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your friendsSee in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't like meSee the ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds wanna indict meOn a murder I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crewBecause once you snitch then you threw but if u hustle then you trueWould you live for this shit? would you die for the click? Sell your soul to get rich and run your mouth like a bitchChorus(2x)Nigga we hustle the streets so lets fuck the policeMy enemies don't want to see a nigga up on his feetI got the chrome for the haters and burbs on the tableGive my life for my niggas and we splittin the paperThey say thuggin is the secret that help a nigga fallOz's flippin quickly to see we never fallThe grind got us strapped with 9's on our lapThe crime is a trap chop dimes of crackHennesy got your mind if you slip you might diePenitentiaries give us time I'm fighting for mineIf I die in this game send my soul to godI'm making mine in this game even though it's so hardChorus(2x)Yo baby, guess who stopped by today? who? guess? Your sister came fromCalifornia? mnn mnnnn.I ain't got time for all this guessin I just got home from workCome on I want you to guess, we gonna play a gameYour auntee from jersey? mnn mnn, wrong againWho? the mother fuckingAtfThat's who? What? yes you know what I'm saying.What, you running them games on me? You let them in the house? Hell ya what am I supposed to do I didn't know what to doThey wanted to search the house and if they find someMother fucking dope in here they are gonna take my childrenAway and I cant be having that shit. man, slow down, slow down.Slow down? slow down? ima slow down, ima slow down.You know what? I'm tired of this shit and another thingI called your mother fucking work today and guess what they told me.You haven't been to work in the last 6 monthsNow what you been doing huh? How the fuck you think you get all this shit you have? I don't know how I get it. you tell me that's what I want to know.You don't want it? tell me where you get it from.Don't play with me you know what happeningHmm hmm I know what's happening. you know what? I don't want this shit. fuck it all. fuck it all
Baby baby get up what? You'e already late for workWhat time is it? it's 10 30Oh yeah I forgot tonight, I'm working the graveyard(chorus)I know my man is moving things9 to 5 baby, I got a job baby.I hope one day my nigga changeAll the time baby I'm on the grind babyI keeps that 9 in my drawers cuz you know I like to ballNigga I ain't warren g, but sometimes I want it allFlip a half into a whole, I mean an ounce into a brick.Get it for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be richPut them 20's on my benz so you know I got so mensKeep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your friendsSee in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't like meSee the ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds wanna indict meOn a murder I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crewBecause once you snitch then you threw but if u hustle then you trueWould you live for this shit? would you die for the click? Sell your soul to get rich and run your mouth like a bitchChorus(2x)Nigga we hustle the streets so lets fuck the policeMy enemies don't want to see a nigga up on his feetI got the chrome for the haters and burbs on the tableGive my life for my niggas and we splittin the paperThey say thuggin is the secret that help a nigga fallOz's flippin quickly to see we never fallThe grind got us strapped with 9's on our lapThe crime is a trap chop dimes of crackHennesy got your mind if you slip you might diePenitentiaries give us time I'm fighting for mineIf I die in this game send my soul to godI'm making mine in this game even though it's so hardChorus(2x)Yo baby, guess who stopped by today? who? guess? Your sister came fromCalifornia? mnn mnnnn.I ain't got time for all this guessin I just got home from workCome on I want you to guess, we gonna play a gameYour auntee from jersey? mnn mnn, wrong againWho? the mother fuckingAtfThat's who? What? yes you know what I'm saying.What, you running them games on me? You let them in the house? Hell ya what am I supposed to do I didn't know what to doThey wanted to search the house and if they find someMother fucking dope in here they are gonna take my childrenAway and I cant be having that shit. man, slow down, slow down.Slow down? slow down? ima slow down, ima slow down.You know what? I'm tired of this shit and another thingI called your mother fucking work today and guess what they told me.You haven't been to work in the last 6 monthsNow what you been doing huh? How the fuck you think you get all this shit you have? I don't know how I get it. you tell me that's what I want to know.You don't want it? tell me where you get it from.Don't play with me you know what happeningHmm hmm I know what's happening. you know what? I don't want this shit. fuck it all. fuck it all
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