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Death & Taxes
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Nicholas Craven & Boldy James
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Where we at? Craven Mr. Jackson, yeah Let's get it It's Mr. Price of Tea, can't understand these niggas for the life of me How they was never none of the above what they was trying to be Now, out the blue, they ConCreatures; I find that shit amusing They thinking we the same, don't know that I'm not even human Me and Bruno seasoned vets Play with the work same way I treat my pets Screaming, "Free the real", tell them to keep the rest Niggas know who put on for the D, but won't give me the cred Don't know too many niggas in the streets who beat the feds Borderline anemic in Detroit, you gotta bundle up Creature Gang, niggas gettin' horsed if they ain't one of us In my ghetto where we play it every man for himself Black and white paperwork, cleaner than the Board of Health On the set, I done done some things but never gon' confess At one point in time, seemed like that money had my soul possessed Still drug zonin' on the 6 but this ain't Bouldercrest Linked up with some real niggas out in Montreal, Quebec Let's get it I put that on the set 227 Creature Gang, we heavy on the press Have my youngin knock a nigga down soon as he up the rod A nigga play with Bo Jack, he getting struck to God That's what you p*ssy niggas get for living in the past Everything he did, it came back and bit him in the ass Say you can run, but can't hide soon as we catch you lacking It's two things you can't escape, nigga, that's death and taxes Two-way deuce siete Was six plus figures richer soon as we met with Jefe This weed I smoke is funky as Le Pew, I call it Pepe Speed Demon 392 float like a Segway Collarbone on frigid, spinning up a four and a midget Life is what you make it, He taketh and He giveth SIG Sauer 227 limited edition Flawless reputation, blemish free, I kept it mint condition Got it the harder way, so you know I was penny pinching Paranoid, quick to up the pole on any nigga clinching Going forward in the clutch when it's 4th & inches Slide down your chimney for that bag, all my nigga grinches Hear niggas claim they from the gutter, but I'm from the trenches Ghetto Olympics, hitting hurdles, I was jumping fences Seventy-sixin' off of Curtis, got the junkies bingeing Hunting for that drink, ain't found no purple, got my stomach cringin' It's Blocks I put that on the set 227 Creature Gang, we heavy on the press Have my youngin knock a nigga down soon as he up the rod A nigga play with Bo Jack, he getting struck to God That's what you p*ssy niggas get for living in the past Everything he did, it came back and bit him in the ass Say you can run, but can't hide soon as we catch you lacking It's two things you can't escape, nigga, that's death and taxes What else?
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