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Can’t Be Faded
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38 Spesh
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Aw, I'm from the streets, n***a Let's go, ah (I can't be faded) Right, uh Aw, I'm from the streets, n***a (I can't be faded) Yo Ayo, my pockets has hurt so hard, I had it a little worse than y'all It was either do dirt or starve I ain't want to leave that person robbed It's either that or snatch purses— *DJ scratches* Ayo, my pockets has hurt so hard, I had it a little worse than y'all It was either do dirt— *DJ scratches* Ayo, my pockets has hurt so hard, I had it a little worse than y'all It was either do dirt or starve I ain't want to leave that person robbed It's either that or snatch purses off, motherf**ker I grind for a week, same shirt and drawers I don't give a f**k, I ain't tryna flirt with broads I made no mistakes 'cause I learnt from y'all Y'all has turned me to the perfect boss Now I drive through the block, reverse the car Drop work off, sit 'til that work is off I only play the strip if the first involved The first or the third, of course Why y'all n***as grind for a month for that certain car That's the only thing you workin' for? Not me I grind 'til my mama don't hurt no more So my pops ain't got to go to work no more N***a, I'll put you in a hearse or morgue Tell me where you want to land: dirt or floor Blaow, blaow, ooh, I know it hurts, so sore If I put one in your head it won't hurt no more What? N***a, you ain't like the earth no more? You don't want to see your earth no more? He got direct connect to the cops, he gon' chirp the law I'ma squirt and shoot 'til his shirt go off I tell my mom, "Thanks", why? She birthed a boss I'ma show you how them birds get tossed Motherf**ker, you get caught with a bird then you turn to law I ain't never said a word, that's my word to dog Was it possession in the third, or murder charge? Kept my mouth shut, and ain't speak bout much I hate when the broke n***as speak about bucks How you tough, and you don't even leave the house much? I see you shout tough, my bullets knock brains out My knife make blood start leakin' out cuts Smoke bogies, smoke reefer out a dutch Play the block with crack, keep it by the nuts The AR-15's in the cut Got two 15s, and I talkin' 'bout the speakers in the truck B*t*h
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