Lyrics (Remix/Hell 4 a hustla) Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past records tell a story Picture ni**az we rushin and still bustin til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherf**kin villain I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me No baby momma drama, ni**a miss me, why plant seeds in a dirty bi**h, waitin to trick me, not the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed of cocaine, the product of! the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired of small time livin, ni**az tellin me no I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-a*s bustaz, make it hell for us This is how we ride Not knowin if we'll live or die Catch me rollin with my motherf**kin guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die This is how we ride Not knowin if we'll live or die Catch me rollin with my motherf**kin guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild ...
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