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| 2. |
| 3:57 |
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| 3. |
| 3:57 |
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| 4. |
| 3:39 |
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| 5. |
| 3:40 |
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| 4:23 |
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| 7. |
| 4:13 |
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| 8. |
| 4:09 |
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| 9. |
| 3:44 |
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| 10. |
| 4:06 |
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| 11. |
| 3:35 |
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| 12. |
| 3:50 |
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| 13. |
| 4:05 |
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| 14. |
| 3:43 | 
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mistah fab yeah...this song goes out to all the hustlers out there tryna leave the game man ya know(callin) keep callin' me back man...look when i wake up in the mornin you know what i see(what?) the world is a ghetto smokin on d my lil cuzzin 13 strokin on e...caint blame him his mama on c...huh o k e 27 but she look like a old lady grind grind fuck workin at old navy brought the same girl and make the world go crazy who am i man i aint no better just a young nigga lost tryna get this cheddar starin out the window wishin on a shootin star tryna get dumb money go and buy stupid car pray to the lord tryna heal my flaws bowin to the heaven so behear my calls wanna leave the game but im stuck and im trapped so i call on my nigga jack hoo hoo hooooooo(mmmmmm) tryna leave the game but its callin my name hoo hoo hooooooo(mmmmmm) tryna leave the game but its callin my name jacka this rap shit'll have you in the whole like 300 kick a black nigga down the whole like 300 twist a 8th in the back wit boy a breath on it down to my last man bout to cop a quarter kick all the real niggas see im stiil out chere they like me rappin when im chappin im a real nightmare white tee blue jeans nike's all i wear lost a nigga to a gunshot i been there killed a nigga for a small amout life aint fair coke white leather seats 40 glocc in that air catch a sucka in the traffic and i'm aimin at his hel ran back to the game but cannot make it there hit a lick on my connect i got so much shit to sell i want my nigga mike el bout to take the streets back rainbow fish scale cold fell is all i know islam help me the way to go when times get hard it's the game that im runnin to any niggas die from the d that im runnin through what would the profit do so i lays alive got the world in my palm somthin bout the streets got my heart nd my mind up wit the beats fuck school im on the grind got slap in the benz my nig lets ride around fresh out the lab wit the new shit nigga check out the sound mistah fab man im riden gettin tacked pro meth in my cup chain on my stomach strap nigga gut paranoid caint lie been though it all still here another year yea i made it dog tryna get further witout gettin murdered moms worried bout me aint tryna disturb her got a good girl but i really dont deserve her cuz im out here doin shit thats unheard of tryna do right but wrong so easy lie so much when i'm right she dont believe me gotta stay strapped niggas jack for my bling so i riden wit the jack cuz he stay on dis thing given me game or how to survive in the game said he tryna leave but it keep callin his name looked eem in the eye and said brah it do the same shits fuckin wit my brain i need a change hoo hoo hooooooo(mmmmmm) tryna leave the game but its callin my name hoo hoo hooooooo(mmmmmm) tryna leave the game but its callin my name |
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| 3:55 |
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| 16. |
| 3:26 |
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| 17. |
| 3:06 |
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| 18. |
| 3:28 |
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| 19. |
| 3:32 |
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