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Drought Pain
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DJ Drama
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(Gangsta Grillz, you b*st*rds) Nah'm sayin'? It's only right We used to buy this sh*t by all means, my n***a We speaking about the benefits of hard work Nah mean? Deal, steal, kill Mr. Thanksgiving Let's go I'm the definition of this Uh, yo Like when the drought came, these n***as had felt drought pain TCF That's when the "For Sale" sign on the house came N***as goin' broke, ain't nobody got no coke Fiends can't even smoke, real n***as [?] 38 Special I try and bounce back but I ain't got no [?] TCF I deaded my last one, he ain't showing no love Huh I ain't holding no grudge, it's all in the game Never thought I'd see the day [?] hard with the 'caine Team Invasion Get 'em Now when I say it got hard, man, it really got hard N***as that was ballin' last year, got jobs '07? The year of the losses Ended the career of these fake a** bosses No more flossin', no more auctions No more talkin', whole lot of coffins F**k that, n***as gettin' beat So when I go the store now, I'm riding with the heat, motherf**ka Now what the f**k these n***as talkin' 'bout a drought? If it ain't up north then I'm headed to the south, for real Only real n***as know what I'm about I get the sh*t home then I get the sh*t gone, come on Only real n***as know how I floss If it ain't down south then I'm headed to the north, for real Only real n***as get to be a boss Ah man, Shay, let's go I get the sh*t home then I get the sh*t gone, come on Buff City Records, what's up? I caught a jook for three bricks, but that ain't last long Turnt that three into five, hit the ave, it was on Stan Simon N***as [?] my phone, I'm like, "That b*t*h gone" They like, "Are you serious, n***a? You dead wrong" What Sh*t, since they couldn't get their hands on weight I stretched my sh*t so hard it was damn near fake Look, all the powder gone but you know the cook good Well, I'm lying, but the sh*t look good Spesh Y'all had to [?] standing in line Y'all ain't gone get [?] money for them faggot a** shines You broke n***as ain't got half of my grind I show you how to do this, a half at a time Break that brick down, take half, leave half at home Call a n***a in a half and half his dome Go back, break that other half to stones Or save half of that for the acetone Now what the f**k these n***as talkin' 'bout a drought? If it ain't up north then I'm headed to the south, for real Only real n***as know what I'm about I get the sh*t home then I get the sh*t gone, come on Only real n***as know how I floss If it ain't down south then I'm headed to the north, for real Only real n***as get to be a boss I get the sh*t home then I get the sh*t gone, come on Dedicated to everybody sitting down This is stand up music We got you 585, I see you
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