Hold No Grudge

[AZ talking]

This is vintage

Allow me to vent

Street of course, gangsta because its necessary

Homie to homie

United we stand, divided we fall

Once divided, both got excited to ball

Plans on living major, no intentions to fall

And if indicted, guess the judge would be lynching us all

From breadcrumbs we made a loaf, it made us close

Champagne toast, our glasses to the game in our oath

But its funny, so many stories go untold

Until faced with incarceration and shit unfold

Was we ever friends or was we just chasing the win?

So many niggaz wanting paper just to make it and spend

Purchase jewels, get a whip, lace it with rims

Guess greed's the state of mind, must escape in the wind

Like so many plots, guns played a part in our feuds

For the fact nobody got shot, shit was excused

Guess its all the game we go through in life sometimes

Win or lose, you pay dues in this life of crime

Made for thugs in the world of sex, money and drugs

Love is love, but live niggaz hold no grudge

[someone talking]

What up son? We was gully from day one

If we had drama, both'll bust our gun

Feds came with 848's, it wasn't hard to find K-1

I was the pure mastermind of organized crime

[AZ]

I touched more than the average nigga's touched in this game

How many niggaz fucked stewardesses up in a plane?

Lived the best of worlds till the shit went foul

From rich to being fucked up and wondering how

Was it the, negativity all in my midst?

Getting sick of all the cars, bitches all on my dick

Guess that there was the living that burned me out

From the hoes, clothes and money rolls that turned me out

Paperchase, saw the whole shit explode in my face

Young hustler, with good intentions going to waste

Is the road that we all take, thinking its right?

Hypnotized by all the bright neon lights in the night

Fascinated by the pretty things and growing wealth

Can saturate the mindstate and make you go for self

Made for thugs in the world of sex, money and drugs

Love is love, but live niggaz hold no grudge

[someone talking]

Y'all niggaz trying to shine

Back in the day, we was before our time

We had more determination on our mind

Than all the big niggaz in the Fed joint combined

Y'all need to wake and get this money

[AZ]

Was it all a dream? Sometimes I sit and I laugh

Was it for the cream we sit there, subtracting the math

Reminscing how we had it smashed, chopped it in half

First Lex coupe kitted, niggaz copped it and crashed

Moving fast, still kept the cops on our ass

Thank God for the radars on top of the dash

What a life, scrambling nights

Was it right, or was we just hustlers caught in the hype?

Poor or rich, I suggest niggaz never to flip

Its cheddar to get, today we get whatever and split

So till death do us, from O.D.-ing with the Tech shooters

To Lex Lugers in this game full of late doers

Made for thugs in this world of sex, money and drugs

Love is love, but live niggaz hold no grudge

[someone talking]

I know the game is y'all fix

Rule number one, anything can happen in the mix

Real niggaz don't lie and real niggaz don't die

They get eye to eye and meet each other halfway across the sky

Thats why we stand like we stand, talk like we talk, bop like we bop

Jump in the motherfucking Maybach, and hop like we hop

Know'm sayin? We been doing this shit since British Walkers

Lees with the sown-in crease, ten thousand dollar Jesus piece

Rooftop of V.I.P., fondling Patrice

Whose that, whoever the champagne kings meet

Now y'all niggaz into rap and don't know how to act

Talking like y'all retarded, y'all niggaz wasn't getting G packs

You know about the real acts?

Metro, Scorpio, Socker T...

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