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cookie money – rules to hustlin’ lyrics

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pistols? we pop em’
bricks? we cop em’
we break em’ down and send them to the block and let the junkies rock em’
money? we get it
and real n-gg-s flippin’
we kickin’ a little knowledge so you young n-gg-s get it
from the streets to the cells, you better play this game right
cause’ one false move man that sh-t’ll make you lose your life
there’s rules to this hustlin’ cause’ n-gg-s come from strugglin’ and all we know is bubblin’

[verse 1]
in the morning i wake up
then i roll an eighth up
my b-tch put on her makeup cause’ it’s time to get our cake up
its fast life we livin’, no time for chillin’
its a hundred plus k!llings and i’m out here ducking prison cause’ i got a glock on my lap
lil cook from the trap
and i made it out that b-tch and them n-gg-s don’t like that
so they pillow talking with b-tches
the workers turned to snitches
but all my clips extended if you want it come and get it
and i ain’t running from no problems and i ain’t duckin’ none either
but before you start that violence n-gg- gotta get your cheese up
in the town right now, a choppa cost a rack and i’m prepared to spend this bread to put a n-gg- on his back
so i have lil j in the room now i got some problems i’m coming to get you i got my chopper you got your block
n-gg- we sliding through to k!ll you
we brothers but from different mothers bang for blocks f-ck colors my n-gg-s about trouble
you ain’t on my side f-ck em’

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[verse 2]
i’m balling on they b-tch -ss
i got these n-gg-s so mad
that lamborghini so fast
you f-cking with a top hat
i break bread with k!llers
my daddy was a dealer and i only f-ck with strippers you don’t know a n-gg- realer
i was the first on 22’s, the first on 24’s the youngest in this foreign sh-t, liftin’ lambo doors
go run my name n-gg- bring your resume wit’chu i didn’t see you in the streets when i was in the rain gettin’ it
and i got it out the mud
i was sittin’ on a pillow slidin’ in the sideshow when n-gg-s rolled on dubs
you ain’t in my league, i don’t f-ck with scrubs
you the type of n-gg- wait in line to get in club
i pop bottles and stunt
it’s cookie money n-gg-
went from sellin’ dope to sellin’ hoes now a n-gg- eatin’ off vocals
from projects to private jets while you n-gg-s is still local
money got me goin’ loco don’t get shot by this 4-4

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