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Life is all about the choices you make.... Ever told on a nigga? (nope) Ever squeezed a trigger? (yup) Ever set a nigga up? (nope) Ever helped a brother out when he was down on his luck? (yup) You a sap? (nope) You a boss player, you a mack? (yup) Let me hold a couple dollars (nope) Y'all still be poppin' y'all collars? (yup) Stock rims on a scrape (nope) Paint wetter than a lake (yup) Poodle in my blood (nope) Bitch, I'm a thug (yup) You a loser? (nope), Winner? (yup) Starving? (nope), Dinner? (yup) You still sell dope? (nope) Now you cleaner than a bar of Dove soap? (yup) Got a little gouda? (nope) Got a thumper, got a Ruger? (yup) You in love with' the ho? (nope) She bringin' you the dough? (yup) You gon' cry if she leave? (nope) You gon' fly overseas? (yup) Everybody got choices .... I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread Everybody got choices.... These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head Everybody got choices Keep it 1, 000 the life that I chose Everybody got choices These niggas be hatin', I already know But I never go broke (no, no, no) I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no) I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no) I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) I give a gently caress if you don't like me (no, no, no) I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ugh, lazy? (nope) Got dick that'll drive a ho crazy? (yup) Hater? (nope), Wanna see a player get paper? (yup) Traitor? (nope), Loyal to my soil, not a faker? (yup) Sleep? (nope), Bust moves, hella active in the streets? (yup) Scared of the dark? (nope) Have money, have heart? (yup) Narc? (nope), Shark? (yup) Gossip like a broad? (nope) Check a bitch like a smog? (yup) Slippin'? (nope), Trippin'? (yup) Sober as a gopher? (nope) Higher than a rollercoaster? (yup) Star Wars? (nope), Yoda? (yup) Never leave the house without my strap (nope) Shoot a muthafucka in his nap (yup) Never been a sucka or a pussy (nope) Blowin' cookie, never coughin' like a rookie (yup) Everybody got choices... I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread Everybody got choices... These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head Everybody got choices Keep it 1, 000 the life that I chose Everybody got choices These niggas be hatin', I already know But I never go broke (no, no, no) I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no) I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no) I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) I give a gently caress if you don't like me (no, no, no) I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) Was it love at first sight? (nope) Did she ride you like a bike? (yup) Was it ripe? (nope), Was her pussy tight? (yup) Got some property? (nope), Drive a Maserati? (yup) You softer than a sock? (nope) You solid as a rock? (yup) Slow? (nope), Trained to go? (yup) Your team weak? (nope) You respected in the stree-neets? (yup) Shallow? (nope), di-neep (yup) Broke? (nope), Chi-neep? (yup) Not a BB or a pellet gun (nope) But a long barrel bass drum (yup) If I get into it will run (nope) I'm a give a nigga fair one (yup) Still live in the trap? (nope) You ever go back? (yup) Wear a wire and a camera? (nope) Ears to the scanner? (yup) Everybody got choices... I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread Everybody got choices.... These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head Everybody got choices Keep it 1, 000 the life that I chose Everybody got choices These niggas be hatin', I already know But I never go broke (no, no, no) I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no) I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no) I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) I give a gently caress if you don't like me (no, no, no) I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Top's dropped, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin The queen is ridin shotgun her fingers behind me So never you mind me, I'm just hustling, grindin My pockets are heavy and my diamonds are blindin My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm ready I'll die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fetty R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK until It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the real Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to bust If you down for your hood, and you bangin that Screw Put your sets in the sky, cause this one is for you Keep on keepin it true, gently caress haters and again Cause we don't play the game to say we play, we play to win Leanin to the side, you cain't speed through Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you Ridin by myself, with the pistol in the door Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo' Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I'm still a kid Twenty-six, rims same age as me, can you dig? Ridin down the block, knockin pictures off your wall Just showin off my grill made by Paul Wall Alpine speakers in my grill on blast Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs Seat laid back, you know how us pimps be Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven't scratched Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage patch Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that? Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an alley cat Prince of the coast brought Cali back, just threw some D's on a Cadillac Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is at Oakland down to Houston, only rollin with them savage cats Leanin to the side, you cain't speed through Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you Ridin by myself, with the pistol in the door Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo' It's gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' mess with me And F-A-B, when they see, mixtape money yes they pay me Mugabe, Inspector G, bring 'em all cause they cain't get me Ten vehicles parked in the yard, pick your choice, I'll get that key Take that jet out to West, let's swang and get our swerve on Hit that strip in my whip, gon' strip and let them sexy curves show Vehicle sittin very low, pimp that caddy very slow They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes" I'm leanin to the side sideways, sittin crooked My Jolly Rancher paint got all of the people lookin I'm beatin down the block, givin the streets an rear end whoopin Peep the way a player move, take notes lil young-un I'm movin slow mo', leanin off a potent fo' Pistol in my lap, plus another one in the side do' You know I'm just a young hustler all about my dough Gettin cake and stackin up that paper, I need mo' Leanin to the side, you cain't speed through Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you Ridin by myself, with the pistol in the door Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo' Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'
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