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Don't you know? This is the street life right here in the pulpit Where niggas hustle all night, goons be shooting shit Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight Every hood where I come from the wars are like This is the street life right here in the pulpit Where niggas hustle all night, goons be shooting shit Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight Every hood where I come from the wars are like Uh, I cooked the best work, my shit sell well Fingertips blistered all night back in 1212 Mama said your bullshit gonna get you in the jail cell Fuck it, longest money on my books and I get messed up (I ain't trippin') Yeah I'm the nigga you gotta check for Your whole set can suck my dick, I don't respect y'all Child time, shots got his razor in the mess hall Well, he gon' poke you in the neck and then wreck y'all (Hold that, pussy) My other homie got two to four (Huh) Most of my shooters locked up so I'm recruiting more That mean [?] alone they gonna be shooting more (Brr) Shit, all I gotta do is call Yo, we used to bubble in the winter Bulletproof Benz even the skully was bulletproof Triple fat gooses clips longer than umbilicals Letras de cancionesFour crisp yellow coops Rocket launchers to push your living room Through the roof Sex money murder the name of the dust Your mother comes serving her, she buy all my stuff Jury sculptured out votes from Gilligan's Island Heavy chains hundred Gs a week, that's a piece of allowance Godfather clocks hang over the Scarface mural Go fronts mug shots finished well and coke wrong Glocks never penny pitched, my ones addicted to zeroes Changed my face, gained a limp, tricked the Federal Bureau The national Gods, they played ejection Hungarian stars Holding them M16s, looking for Starks Hip-hop's holiest gunning soloist. son unloading clips The remedy, you're left with sudden loneliness My condolences I'm from the era where they told you, run your polo ships It states the key logo where the ocean is Couple Dobermans, reconnect lower fuse quick Put you in the news clip New whip, Griselda Wu shit, new shit Yeah, so listen while I'm speaking True shit, I made money while I'm sleeping I see that everything's been realized life's tragic False prophecy there's no amount of money or magic Boils straight flushing four of a kind poker faces all in Throw the trips down while stakes climb I move quick they barely saw it Never hurt no one that don't deserve it Never rob no one that can't afford it The hidden gems of the jews I dropped the music stop Cool but the ruger hot Blue the spot Don't you know? This is the street life right here in the pulpit Where niggas hustle all night, goons be shooting shit Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight Every hood where I come from the wars are like This is the street life right here in the pulpit Where niggas hustle all night, goons be shooting shit Keep your family in the house, lock your doors tonight Every hood where I come from the wars are like Don't you know? From Letras Mania