"Lie, Cheat, and Steal"  Parental Advisory genre: East Coast
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	CD: Strong Heart Credits: Kingsmen Productions, Phiber Optik
	Lyrics Artist: Phiber Optik Album: Strong Heart Song: Lie, Cheat, and Steal Typed by: Andy Lee [Verse One] Imma stray cat that'll give you pay back from way back I'm not a chump, how the fuck yaull gonna say that? Hustled my way, made cash, flows hot enough to break glass A liar and a thief, no regrets I told these heads The Lord understands my greedy hands, and knows me best Cheating ain't proper and you won't prosper but I still do it I drink toxic water and write cuz of the hoods influence To be rich, I'd slaughter, must I construe through it I won't lie in my music, I'm so far from happiness I can't view it Started out when I took a baseball card or two From there on out I was fallin' through, stealin' was all I knew I seen benzes and beamers I looked up to the baller crews All I want is cash, I don't give a fuck about any of you It's funny, I left you plenty of clues of how envy just grew I got balls to empty the deuce, my enemies'll lose People sleep too much, my life's a neverending debut [Chorus x2] Lie, cheat, and steal, its real, it's my life's motto I feel I'm fallin' like there is no future, no tomorrow This is life, can't see past the hill risky like the lotto I'm just tryin' to eat meals, I'm drownin' in deep sorrow (Holla) Cheated my way through life, slick enough to play you twice Why am I messin' up? I see the light, I gotta make it right The rich heads days is sunny, never ugly, yaull made it bright I hustle for money, my life is dark, I made it night Sorry God don't take it wrong, it's just that the paper chase is on My life's a battle, and plus my neighbors face is gone The kids that scramble and gamble, they relate and play my songs I walk around day to day baffled, let's blaze some chron The streets beef is a hassle but yo I'm stayin' strong My lies'll make you believe that anything can be achieved I'm the type to deceive and mislead, yo that's my steez I supersede the cats on top, speed to the cash on the block My rhyme are bullets that are feedin' glocks, tryin' to see some rocks Seein' me broke, is like seein' a crook flee to a cop Cuz it won't ever happen, cheese stackin', you gotta meet my pops He'll hustle his way out of any tight spot, I leave him props [Chorus] (Hit me up) Blow up my celly and tell me what you need thug, drugs? A 3,5, a dub, keep buyin' and I'll show you love Never get caught up, I can't dare to face an old judge Not a mark ass bitch, I don't hold no grudge, just a cold mug Hate a snitch, I hope he dies from bold slugs Materialistic cuz I never really had nothin' to show off If I ever get that deal, I won't risk it, I won't hold off My mentality is sickening listen to my soul cough Under these heavy winds, I'll walk without limbs, I'm shoutin', "WIN!" I'm loud and I'm doubtin' men, I'm drownin' in sin No man is immortal, can you stand a chance in my portal? Where you become a fan of bein' immoral with no rules Rollin' up a demon with the my homeboys, believe its our own choice Anybody to tell me shit ain't got no voice Imma hustler in every type of way, used to fight the pain Use my pen and pad to write and strike against the grain (haha that's right) [Chorus] Yea, you know how I do, P.O.

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