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South Park Mexican
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The System
'Cause I'm in the studio man, doin' my thing One minute, it'll be done For my hustlas, man, here we go
This one's for those on the dead end street Hustlin' hard to make all they ends meet I hope one day I see your Benz creep Watch for the jealousy that most friends keep
SP got the Bentley All I can do is thank God 'cause he blessed me I used to be just like you Slangin' crack rock on the avenue
Packin' glocks and runnin' from cops Most of my clients like they cane on the rocks Gun shots like two blocks away I wonder who the fuck caught a hot one today
Never mind 'cause I don't wanna know I just lost two good friends in the row One second things is lookin' beautiful The next second you can start off the funeral
All my friends are on the dead end street Some locked up and some are RIP You can't win there ain't no way no how Clonk your change and get the fuck on out
We was Pyrex shakers, Sunnyside money makers In Hillwood we had rocks big as Now and Laters Quick snappers the store where we slung at Everybody knew me for my hundred packs
Across the street was Law Elementary My collar so clean kids was lookin' up to me They wanna be like me a true hustla 'Cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla
The dope dealer, I ain't tryna brag but Fuck watchin' roaches tryna climb out my bath tub I was a hard head tryna be a drug lord Slow my Roll, nah homie what the fuck for? 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
I'm in the two bed trailer, man I'm dirt poor When hurricanes would come I'd run next door To my homies house, his name is Huet Hodges We gonna make out this ghetto, man I promise
All my friends are on the dead end street Some locked up and some are RIP You can't win there ain't no way no how Clonk your change and get the fuck on out
Ninety nine percent of all criminals are dope dealers Get busted by bullets or fuckin' squealers And the one percent that made it was pure luck But even he'll tell that his life ain't worth a fuck
'Cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times And in his mind he was shot a thousand times Without peace there can be no happiness I wear a cross around my neck like the Catholics
I'm not sure exactly what my religion is I just know I thank God for my little kids This is the baddest sellin' drugs like sum guinea pigs Then they arrest us after we done make it big
They take our money our cars and our houses Now tell me who's really sellin' the ounces And any cash that we might have hidden Goes to the system tryna' to stay out of prison
All my friends are on the dead end street Some locked up and some are RIP You can't win there ain't no way no how Clonk your change and get the fuck on out
All my friends are on the dead end street Some locked up and some are RIP You can't win there ain't no way no how Clonk your change and get the fuck on out
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