| Shine is home, let alone, let it be known
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| I’m the boulevard bully fully breaking your bones
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| And I’m all black hoodie, dressed for the occasion
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| Knock, knock, who is it? |
| Here’s my invitation
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| Had the words sent over, she gave us the information
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| All your street locations, all your configurations
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| Yeah, greetings and salutations
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| Air your ass out and get you some ventilation
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| And these street gangsters thinking they sweet and starving
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| When y’all looking like something to eat regardless
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| Better tuck yo chain
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| When the buckshot bang
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| It expose yo brain
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| Shine dawg sick of the syphilis
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| Flip the flip money to legitimate businesses
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| (Shine dawg sick of the syphilis
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| Flip the flip money to legitimate businesses)
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| With my west side hustler
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| And that’s how we hustle up
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| Wait for the right time
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| Hit you when it’s all mine
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| Let me see ya gang sign
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| Bang, bang, let me see ya gang sign
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| Bang, bang, let me see ya gang sign
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| With my west side hustler
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| And that’s how we hustle up
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| I will bless you all
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| Put a clip through your window, curtain call
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| I don’t speak with subliminals (no)
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| Only dope dealers and criminals
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| Diplomats and generals
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| Hitmen and hustlers wrap around like tentacles
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| And just squeeze ya life out
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| Can’t even pay ya light bills, turn ya lights out
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| Mike Tyson, first round
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| Now take this L
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| Took a pistol to his head
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| Took all of his bread
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| Philly face down on the street, ain’t that sweet?
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| And he did what I said
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| That’s why the brother ain’t dead, yeah
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| With my west side hustler
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| And that’s how we hustle up
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| Wait for the right time
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| Hit you when it’s all mine
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| Let me see ya gang sign
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| Bang, bang, let me see ya gang sign
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| Bang, bang, let me see ya gang sign
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| With my west side hustler
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| And that’s how we hustle up |