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Steelz
Steelz
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Kruk One
Kruk One
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Slim 400
Slim 400
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Kruk One
Kruk One
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Slim 400
Slim 400
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Steelz
Steelz
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I know the streets don't love a nigga but I love it tho I'm stayin dangerous had to let my little brother know I die for mine I put that on my mothers soul I know I'm trippen nigga fuck it tho a nigga steel thuggin Momma can't tell a nigga nothin nigga I'm steel thuggin 4 deep sliden in that bucket nigga I'm steel thuggin I got rich and I'm like fuck it nigga I'm still thuggin You can't tell a nigga nuthin, nigga I'm still thuggin Aye yo my cousin got killed another victim to the field Dont gotta be a no thug to keep a weapon concealed About yo safety I'll throw hands before death come and take me I figured i could make a way till god come and take me Rip the fallen gs in the community Coffins full of homies just memories how it used to be Its fuel to me, you rappers so caught up in jewelry Till you get caught slipping pop dead acting stupidly Yea I dont got a heart i dont got a father And if i could change my life ill probably fuckin make it harder Tripping on nada been through a bunch To care about some pussy about a hater on my nuts I know the streets don't love a nigga but I love it tho I'm stayin dangerous had to let my little brother know I die for mine I put that on my mothers soul I know I'm trippen nigga fuck it tho a nigga steel thuggin Momma can't tell a nigga nothin nigga I'm steel thuggin 4 deep sliden in that bucket nigga I'm steel thuggin I got rich and I'm like fuck it nigga I'm still thuggin You can't tell a nigga nuthin, nigga I'm still thuggin Fuck 12 gang bangin till the casket drop All my real one's deal or in jail so I can't stop War with the enemies fuck its death like I'm tupac My name is everything on the gang so I gotta pop Blim do his thing and kill a nigga who ain't kin to me Shoot 33 like Pippen and give him energy All my niggas brackin, kill a snitch what it be like Ain't shit stoppin steel thuggin after streetlights Ride or die for these gang tatts so bick back Momma raised a real nigga off of spruce block 9 shots ain't do him but he thuggin tho Real gangsta turned killer ain't no movie show Slim nigga love the streets like he love them hoes Rap nigga's ain't no question yeah he gotta go Play the fence got a shell little brother know I bled 4 from the top, steel thuggin tho I know the streets don't love a nigga but I love it tho I'm stayin dangerous had to let my little brother know I die for mine I put that on my mothers soul I know I'm trippen nigga fuck it tho a nigga steel thuggin Momma can't tell a nigga nothin nigga I'm steel thuggin 4 deep sliden in that bucket nigga I'm steel thuggin I got rich and I'm like fuck it nigga I'm still thuggin You can't tell a nigga nuthin, nigga I'm still thuggin
Writer(s): Vincent Cohran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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