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Hustler's p.O.M.E.: product of my environment

2006

My life

[Jim Jones: Talking]
Uh huh
We back
We still on the streets
Rap game is now the crack game
Watch out for them rap police

[verse 1: Jim Jones]
The rap police is on my ass
Searchin for the ratchet
Im stepping on the gas while im swirving through the traffic
Watching the sun rise, twisting on the grass
Money on my mind, got me thinking bout the cash
Cuz i heard the plottin one
You gotta have your paper right
they knocking at the door
im hoping they dont weigh tonight
we moves pies
trying to get the treasures,
Plush rides
getting high till the FBI come and get us
And we hit them clubs in the city
Now i got the thugs and all the drug dealers with me
virgin on the bottles
hope the groupies follow
im tryin to slide baby beeze?
The life styles of the thugs
young rich and famous
Give a fuck about the judge
we runnin from arraignments
speeding through life at a fast pace
so i pray to god tonight and im hoping i dont catch a case

[Chorus:]
Trying ride the wave in a deep sea
cuz i like to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
ducking dt's in the z3 or the gt this is bg
Trying ride the wave in a deep sea
cuz i like to spend my nights, my nights, my nights, my nights
ducking dt's in the z3 or the gt this is bg

[Verse 2:]
Now i aint sleep about a week
but 7 Day theory
Im gunning in the streets everyday is getting scary
And any minute meet the queens with the reefer
but we gotta stay alive getting fadedd of the reefer
Liquor, no chaser, shits gettin major
fucking with the guns gotch ya nigga all chased up
Itd for the thrill so we do it for the love of it
Like oh what a feeling mother fucker when we thuggin it
[?] Mob, true to stay free
Free to cop a ride, hundred thousand on the V
Wallin in the whip, lets talk politics
they say niggas from new york is saw by the flip
Got gas in the range, cash on the ring
and im flying up lennox fast in the lane
They say its all up in the streets
rying to make a million while im dodging from police

Mother fucker

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Pay attention while i mention
that the birdgang is on the move
while you talking here we walking
like the way you want to do
we dem rock stars, keep dem hot cars
and a hot one for you ladies,
just griding for all the paper we can get up out this game

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[Jim Jones: Talking]
Uh huh 
We back 
We still on the streets 
Rap game is now the crack game 
Watch out for them rap police

[verse 1: Jim Jones]
The rap police is on my ass 
Searchin for the ratchet 
Im stepping on the gas while im swirving through the traffic 
Watching the sun rise, twisting on the grass 
Money on my mind, got me thinking bout the cash 
Cuz i heard the plottin one 
You gotta have your paper right 
they knocking at the door 
im hoping they dont weigh tonight 
we moves pies 
trying to get the treasures, 
Plush rides 
getting high till the FBI come and get us 
And we hit them clubs in the city 
Now i got the thugs and all the drug dealers with me 
virgin on the bottles 
hope the groupies follow 
im tryin to slide baby beeze?
The life styles of the thugs 
young rich and famous 
Give a fuck about the judge 
we runnin from arraignments 
speeding through life at a fast pace 
so i pray to god tonight and im hoping i dont catch a case

[Chorus:]
Trying ride the wave in a deep sea 
cuz i like to spend my life, my life, my life, my life 
ducking dt's in the z3 or the gt this is bg 
Trying ride the wave in a deep sea 
cuz i like to spend my nights, my nights, my nights, my nights 
ducking dt's in the z3 or the gt this is bg

[Verse 2:]
Now i aint sleep about a week 
but 7 Day theory 
Im gunning in the streets everyday is getting scary 
And any minute meet the queens with the reefer 
but we gotta stay alive getting fadedd of the reefer 
Liquor, no chaser, shits gettin major 
fucking with the guns gotch ya nigga all chased up 
Itd for the thrill so we do it for the love of it 
Like oh what a feeling mother fucker when we thuggin it 
[?] Mob, true to stay free 
Free to cop a ride, hundred thousand on the V 
Wallin in the whip, lets talk politics 
they say niggas from new york is saw by the flip 
Got gas in the range, cash on the ring 
and im flying up lennox fast in the lane 
They say its all up in the streets 
rying to make a million while im dodging from police

Mother fucker

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Pay attention while i mention 
that the birdgang is on the move 
while you talking here we walking 
like the way you want to do 
we dem rock stars, keep dem hot cars 
and a hot one for you ladies, 
just griding for all the paper we can get up out this game