(Verse 1) This Ones for those on the dead end street I hope one day I see yo benz creep hustlin hard to make all they ends meet S-P got the Bentley watch for the jealousy that most friends keep I used to be just like you all I can do is thank god cause he blessed me slangin crack rock on the avenue most of my clients like they cane on the rocks Packin glocks and runnin from cops Gun shots like 2 blocks away I wonda who the f**k caught a hot one today Neva mind cause I don't wanna know One second things is lookin beautiful I just lost two good friends in the row the next second you're the star of the funeral (Chorus) All my friends are in the dead end street Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P You cant win there aint no way no how Clock your change and get the f**k on out (Verse 2) Sunny Side money makers We was Pirex shakers In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz Quick snappers the store where we slung at Everybody knew me for my hundred packs my car was so clean kids was lookin up to me Across the street was law elementry They wanna be like me a tru hustla The dope deala I aint tryina brag but cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla f**k watchin roaches tryina climb out my bath tub I was a hard head tryina be a drug lord slow my roll nah homie what the f**k for im in the 2 bed trailor man im dirt poor when hurricanes would kome id run next door to my homies house his name is huet hodges we gonna make out this ghetto man I promise (Verse 3) (Chorus) 99 percent of all criminals are dope dealers And the One percent that made it was pure luck get busted by bullets or f**kin squeelers but even he'll tell that his life aint worth a f**k and in his mind he was shot a thousand times cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times Without peace there can be no happiness Im not sure exaclty what my religion is I just know I thank god for my little kids I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics then they arrest us after we done make it big this is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinnie pigs and any cash that we might have hidden they take our money our cars and our houses goes to the system tryin to stay out of prison now tell me whos really sellin the ounces (Chorus) - repeat 2X
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