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Life S Blood Not For The Weak

your world We get our might Something's gone way too wrong Keeping us in pain for far too long This is not a game And it's not for the weak Heads

Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your

, gots to roll Till my cash flow's mega, baller not a beggar Bitches workin' plastic with the fake ID's Life in the lane, stackin' up G's Chop shops

's mine is mine and what's his is his In these streets it's clear, punishment's severe If that line is crossed that's when them guys appear It's like

roll to spots, cats scared to go there if it's a heaven for a G, if not, prepare to go there I live for today and not promise tommorrow smoke weed and

what I represent for life and I'm H O T nigga (4 minutes left) Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak

security Nets straight human casualties Call for raw regrets in beat societies Lessons must speak Stand be strong. Keep away from weak in the years long Life

by wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride Guns out the window slide Before me now the city cries (U-God) One cop's weakness Was heroic, he exposed

Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that Get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat Little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug Thug blood, yo