[Fed-X]

You couldn't fuck wit me

If we was runnin' trains together

Heard you keep your heat under your pillow

OK whatever, you's the victim

In and out of jail was me

Frontin' drugs to thugs

So who else could it be?

I let the nine fetch ya

Bitch nigga, you catch the stretcher

I'm all about perfection

I run more blocks than you ran

When they was dumpin' you was actin' like a scared man

I boosted up my prices

Like the price of power

Or the cost of gas

We get money by the hour

Move fork on a hustla

I was raised that way

Young thugs on the block

Been out there all day

Catch me hustlin' in the rain feelin' pain that way



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You gotta hustle just to bet the struggle, I know

You gotta bust down doors

Go and get it for doe

Don't nobody wanna see you live

You know why?

Cuz everybody wanna see you die

And that's real



[Fed-X]

All the way in New York

Cali on my plates

Funk Master Flex hit the tunnel for a day

Giving depth to them big stack holders

Dirty money folders pushin' valves on the corner

Cracks under they tongue

Garlic's on they shelves

Bodies on they guns

Chickens in the business

Celebrate when they done

Through the light like it's green

In my Benz, roadies fillin' my team

Hittin' weed that's the nation off my jeans

California dream, and I'm livin' it up

Up in Vegas at the magic show blowin' a buck

Spittin' more in niggaz' face

Then the police done laced

I'm a boss at the top of the list

Come fuck wit me

Drug indictment, how could it be

Got runner's pushin' crack

Got runner's pushin' ? than me



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