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playaz circle - play pen to the state pen lyrics

[hook: t-ty boi and dolla boy]
here’s a little story ’bout some n-ggas like me
never should’ve been let out the elementary
dolla boy, and i’d like to say
that i’m the hardest n-gga from around my way
here’s a little story ’bout some n-ggas like we
never should’ve been let out the penitentiary
t-ty boi, and i’d like to say
that i’m the sl!ckest hustler, from around my way

[verse one: t-ty boi]
ay, yo, since i was a youth, i pumped weed out
and i been had cash money before we bought
with expectations and fed time facing
when i was hanging with this kid named jason
with an accent from jamaica
my only concern was digits and consumers
’cause we had this little city down in alabama booming
so we just do it, get it like nike
and even with this wife beater on
i still got something up my sleeve
it sound so odd, talking ’bout these guns
’cause i got a three five seven
nine and a mac eleven, get drip, tip toeing
’bout a minute doing six with the clip showing
n-gga, where your clique going
they’re spreading out like buck shots
and ain’t n0body dying still alive around here but pac
now we know this story go, so don’t worry
excuse me your honor, but could you holler at my n-gga for me

[verse two: dolla boy]
well, i’m dolla boy, i got game galore
you may have a lot of game but, i’ve got much more
in that all blue coupé, parked and run and shoot
or late nights throwing rice, shooting dice with troops
and that diamond’s in the back, sun roof top
i’m hanging out that b-tch ’bout to shut down the block
ak music, bomb -ss track, we put the detonator to it
n-gga, get wrong, put the mask on and shoot him
street corps, n-gga, tell his fam’ that we sued him
used to work track one five on the ruler
but, now i’m dropping off like i’m down wit the cubans
straight eight grad in them hard knocks schooling
intern work, year round, brick moving
get to this money, sh-t real in this music
so get it how you want it, lame n-gga, don’t confuse me

[verse three: dolla boy]
n-gga want to know how dolla does it
the bag weigh a gram, i need all of my cousins
lame n-gga flexing ’bout the work, when it wasn’t
didn’t think a n-gga called the cop with a oven
got enough heat to cook the hams and the stuffing
take twenty-twos, knock the berries out your m-ffin
mama said her son was six short from a dozen
messing with my pills, man, get to this money

[verse four: t-ty boi]
a hundred miles and running and ain’t no stopping us
my community service is picking paper up
if the drought end, it’s glocks and mad men
tecs are blasting, mixed with mag’s and mac ten’s
i played in play pens and stayed in the state pens
don’t think i ain’t bigger because my weight thinner
on twenty-twos is how i carry myself
i’m like, oh, i might marry myself

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