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(Macadoshis) 
It was a dope spot from y'all 
One on one strappin' 
That's the way it was when the four of us was strappin' 
I'm a fuckin' class from the Gs in the hood 
Puttin' worth, did some dirt 
Now a snitch never would 
Blowin' fat jag blunts with my nigga P 
Growin' up 
Time comin' back sippin Henessey 
We said we seniors are old 
And I felt like a god man bitch 
And i had my pickup '85 bitch 
And my family was known to be great 
See Syke Moore representin' no matter who sets it on 
Street power 
Why you niggas flip and you thug shit 
I be by my motherfuckin' grip 
Numba nos 
Cause we three million minds 
Remember that 
Damn its a shame 
But still I'm in the game 
I'm tryin to get street fame 
(chorus) 
(Syke) 
Don't blame my mama 
Don't blame my daddy 
I know they wish they never had me 
In and out of jail by 12 
Failing out of school 
Cause I was livin' by the street rules 
Hangin with hoes 
Droppin dawgs as a little loot 
I was gettin my respect but i was still rude 
Into the game and slang 
Into the cocaine 
With 'em double ups 
We slangin them whole things 
Hey I just told my mail man 
You hangin like a bail 
And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail 
Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control 
Motherfuckers gossip and I still roll 
Bitches want my cash on my dash on my pac-vit 
They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit 
So while I'm ballin and kickin up dust 
Get your score fresh 
Bitch made niggas know not to fuck with us 
Cause I'm livin on the edge 
I'm blastin lead 
Wanted by the feds they got to take me dead 
So fuck it try to work it in the inner city 
In the land of no pity 
I made it by the street fame 
(chorus) 
(Rated R) 
Super storm made it by street fame 
I had to make some people feel the pain 
In this dirty game 
I know I'm on my way to hell 
Hey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smoked 
The hood that took me under 
A nigga gots the heart 
Don't get it twisted cause I'm mad with my homey's score 
I kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for me 
That's the love you get from your drug for you pootie 
It works, see? 
I'm a G 
Would a gang of niggas have to reach and appeal me 
Cause I smoked their homey 
Well don't feel proud 
Cause around here thats what makes it worse 
I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off them 
They don't stop 
Through my casket drop-top let me ride 
All i want is Shatmo 
He's a god 
And it don't matter if a rapper plays 
Cause I cought the back of some minds 
Fuck the fame 
(chorus)... 
(fade out)

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