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    [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

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    [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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