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A lot of pain You learn to live with it though Things we do Hungry, starvin' in beast mode, live by the street code Where niggaz take your shit like the repo The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good So called brother in the hood Lord help us, you gotta know we possessed I guess it's the stress that make us a hot mess It's somethin' on the chest 'cause none of my niggaz rest Graveyard shift, my guns with the laser spit 'Til you're hit, all the tissue come off Nobody go to church but they hustle to get across Who am I to argue or fight or bicker When I could see my demon in the cup of the liquor Reflection, my section, shit's gettin' thicker 'Cause love don't mix with the liquor you should know that Gun, knife or bat I'm yellin' out, "Hold that" Twenty, fifties or hundreds, you know I'm tryin' to fold that I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred In the game for mad years, paid the whole lot of dues in it Never bite the hand that feeds you, but the rules is different When the hand that feeds you ain't got food in it Room full of scholars, bet you it's a fool in it Yeah, I learn my wisdom from the wise But then I learned livin' from the lies Both drop the same jewel boy, better get it it's your time But nope I say it's God time I'm just a maker of hard rhymes, due to the hard times Skin's real thick, you could look at the scar lines Sometimes in my mind, I be still on the yard time Hittin' the bar time, crunches to the push-ups to the dips But real niggaz push up with the clips My niggaz is raw, you heard right, no cook up in this bitch Let it go, you better duck, don't look up in this bitch We came to body some, we ain't shook up in this bitch I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred I did some trife shit and hype shit Yeah, on the grind every night that's why I don't write shit Used to go hand-to hand, rob niggaz man-to-man Hoppin' out the hoopty or the van 'cause I ain't have a plan Now I did a lot of shit for a green piece of paper I formed my teams, I was on the scene thinkin' major Before a e-mail I served fiends off the pager Gettin' high, dreamin' 'bout a green piece of paper I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
Writer(s): Alan Maman, David Styles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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