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[Macadoshis] It was a dope spot from y'all One on one
strappin' That's the way it was when the four of us was strappin' I'm a
fuckin' class from the Gs in the hood Puttin' worth, did some dirt Now a
snitch never would Blowin' fat jag blunts with my nigga P Growin'
up Time comin' back sippin Henessey We said we seniors are old And I
felt like a god man bitch And i had my pickup '85 bitch And my family was
known to be great See Syke Moore representin' no matter who sets it
on Street power Why you niggas flip and you thug shit I be by my
motherfuckin' grip Numba nos Cause we three million minds Remember
that Damn its a shame But still I'm in the game I'm tryin to get street
fame
[chorus]
[Syke] Don't blame my mama Don't
blame my daddy I know they wish they never had me In and out of jail by
12 Failing out of school Cause I was livin' by the street rules Hangin
with hoes Droppin dawgs as a little loot I was gettin my respect but i was
still rude Into the game and slang Into the cocaine With 'em double
ups We slangin them whole things Hey I just told my mail man You hangin
like a bail And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail Everbody
says he's sold and I'm outta control Motherfuckers gossip and I still
roll Bitches want my cash on my dash on my pac-vit They wouldn't know a
motherfucker if he didn't have shit So while I'm ballin and kickin up
dust Get your score fresh Bitch made niggas know not to fuck with
us Cause I'm livin on the edge I'm blastin lead Wanted by the feds they
got to take me dead So fuck it try to work it in the inner city In the
land of no pity I made it by the street
fame
[chorus]
[Rated R] Super storm made it by
street fame I had to make some people feel the pain In this dirty
game I know I'm on my way to hell Hey yo gather it up for all the niggas
that have been smoked The hood that took me under A nigga gots the
heart Don't get it twisted cause I'm mad with my homey's score I kill for
my niggas, my niggas kill for me That's the love you get from your drug for
you pootie It works, see? I'm a G Would a gang of niggas have to reach
and appeal me Cause I smoked their homey Well don't feel proud Cause
around here thats what makes it worse I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind
off them They don't stop Through my casket drop-top let me ride All i
want is Shatmo He's a god And it don't matter if a rapper plays Cause I
cought the back of some minds Fuck the
fame
[chorus]
[fade out]
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