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[DJ Plugg] Your plug's plug, bitch I love my plug Same Nut from over there Can't f*ck with it it's a dirty game I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name Couple plays, we finesse Lotta times worked the other one Scrap for it go blow it Got my eyes on another one Heart left a n early I had to grow in these trenches Labels scared of my demeanor They say all I show is the trenches Mind your business get your paper Keep low in these trenches Keep it on you go for nothing What I know from these trenches [Peanut Da Don] Came from nothing, thugga thugga You know I stayed in some trouble Thieving tonight with some duck tape Loaded rifle and a shovel I survived that jungle Poor as hell, it wasn't luck When you starving you kill for a dollar Jail or hell for a buck [?] So I ain't taking no losses Let it slide you a target Got my game from some bosses Everything sell itself You just can't be scared to get out there [?] while you broke Go ahead and get out there Pay attention mind your business Don't be f*cking with them n's Do your dirt all by your lonely Same shooter turned witness Never show the folks the cash Never show no folks the stash Respect a man if he deserve it And never take from who don't have Same Nut from over there Can't f*ck with it it's a dirty game I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name Couple plays, we finesse Lotta times worked the other one Scrap for it go blow it Got my eyes on another one Heart left a n early I had to grow in these trenches Labels scared of my demeanor They say all I show is the trenches Mind your business get your paper Keep low in these trenches Keep it on you go for nothing What I know from these trenches [Peanut Da Don] Every dog got his day You gotta stay down and get yours The hustle be in you not on you Way down in your pores [?] Twelve [?] N broke get fried Got some bread [?] Man, slaughter [?] [?] yea, the fast way Told on her [?] [?] Ain't nobody give her [?] Grind hard or you starve, n I be punching 13 You just start stealing cars, n Start trapping [?] Country boys [?] [?] what we had going on Standing in line was our job, n Every dream would get large, n Every scheme would eat large, n Keep it on you, f*ck the feds Cuz every [?] hit hard, n [?] start the barbeque Turn on that [?] get shot up [?] gotta take something down Ask your plug how he got up Same Nut from over there Can't f*ck with it it's a dirty game I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name Couple plays, we finesse Lotta times worked the other one Scrap for it go blow it Got my eyes on another one Heart left a n early I had to grow in these trenches Labels scared of my demeanor They say all I show is the trenches Mind your business get your paper Keep low in these trenches Keep it on you go for nothing What I know from these trenches
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