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 Yeah nigga, this hit is a hustleNiggas be hustlin backwards
 But they all need to slow down, and get some game first nigga
 
 Boy you better get some game (slow your motherfuckin roll)
 Listen what a nigga sayin.. (slow down)
 Boy you're 'bout to lose control.. (yeah)
 This is how you need to roll.. (slow down)
 The lil' homey got shot
 Doin just a whole lot.. (yeah, hold up)
 Cause he just wouldn't listen
 Now the nigga dead or the nigga in prison
 
 Slow down muh'fucker, I think you're movin too fast
 You a crash dummy, your parkin leaves you ready to crash
 If you ask me, I'll say fuck ya, buck ya I'll come up and touch ya
 With them hammers I'll nail you down
 I can't tell you hardhead niggas nothin
 'Specially when you come up from nothin and get somethin
 It's comatose, I leave you unconscious
 I'm a nauseous, street nigga who out to stomp this
 With an attitude, you know I got to feud
 Allude{?} the fierce motherfuckin nigga cause you so confused
 Abuse in battle my tactics
 To all you niggas who be thinkin so plastic
 I stay on my grizzy my grind, run my bling every time
 I got that good shit because it's hard to find
 I stay quick to climb, got my mind on my money
 And my money on my mind, nigga all the time, slow down
 
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 Nigga, doin too much out of bounds out of touch
 Out of sync out of whack off beat off track
 Too much motherfuckin pressure nigga no aim
 No focus, no goals, no G in you, no game
 Niggas wanna go get money with no game
 Pimpin black bitches and snowbunnies with no game
 Got a Chinese bitch that told me 'bout yo' spot
 Your whole entire clientele on yo' block
 Better watch.. smashin on you busters off top
 Two choppers, two Glocks
 You need to calm down, before you get surround
 How much, could I get for a busload of birds
 Try to jack me 'fore it get served
 Murder currency a word
 A trial{?}, house borough and suburb
 Calicos with teflon to overlook the curb, slow down
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 Come around here, get your head bust over the pavement
 No fuck nigga, what the fuck was you sayin
 Niggas around here homey ain't jokin or playin
 We runnin niggas over when the gun be sprayin
 Bodies talk, bullshit walk, sidewalks in chalk
 The nigga caught slippin cause his ass is hot~!
 He movin like a locomotive, now he's dead
 Nigga and bangin was the motive, last word spoken
 
 Bodies gettin stretched from Tacoma to Oakland
 On the streets, heartbeat, bang and bust
 Just shut the fuck up and take some game from us
 I got purple, blueberry, cash and hoes
 I got a nickel nigga strip, elbows and toes
 Every word that's comin out of your mouth, you showin me 'bout it
 Every bird that's comin out of your house, you told me 'bout it
 Your mouth, slow it down, nigga hold it down, slow down
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