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Buddah blessed this beat Think It's A Game They gon' miss me when I'm gone Pour out some liquor for your dawgs gone yeah Pour up a pint wit ya dawg 'til it's all gone They gon' miss me when I'm gone yeah yeah When you down and out who can you call on And this was way before the phone They know I'm pickin' up Better know I'm pushin' up This was way before Pradas, We was some young niggas we ain't have no role models Go hit the block and get some cheese that just how we was brought up Fly nigga since a teen leveled up and Now we ballin' like the Globetrotters Road runner money long as four hundred All my juugs worth bout four hundred I'm a stunner boy my pinky ring blingin' like a mu-mufucka And I'm sippin' lean cup lookin' like a mud puddle yeah Try and get my set you gon' have to tackle me Totin' rathet please, I'ma boss you gotta answer me Raise your hand to speak when I raise my hand they eat nigga You know where I'm from what they gon' do 'bout me nigga They gon' miss me when I'm gone Pour out some liquor for your dawgs gone yeah Pour up a pint wit ya dawg 'til it's all gone They gon' miss me when I'm gone yeah yeah When you down and out who can you call on And this was way before the phone yeah They know I'm pickin' up Better know I'm pushin' up Aye when they call I'm pickin' up Any beef I'm pushin' up 'Bout my nigga, my family, my paper it's war I want answers nigga All day and night we get active nigga Broad day on sight, you know we all got a pipe Plus we all got on ice You know we strapped everywhere we go like we all got license yeah Don't get popped like a Vicodin Know I put AP on not the one from the Vikings Never look at me wrong we gon' cut out ya eyelids I'm not the one to sleep on what the fuck is you tired bitch? And I don't wanna see yours I'ma wait and get my shit Knowin' y'all my mains I on't be fuckin' no side chicks They gon' miss me when I'm gone Pour out some liquor for your dawgs gone Pour up a pint wit ya dawg 'til it's all gone They gon' miss me when I'm gone yeah yeah When you down and out who can you call on And this was way before the phone yeah They know I'm pickin' up Better know I'm pushin' up Thug life shit nigga Zone 3 shit nigga Summerhill trust the tree know where the fuck we came from nigga Couldn't walk a mile in mine young nigga, you know
Writer(s): Rayshawn Bennett, Adolph Thornton, Kevin Isaacs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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