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Lyrics to Erryday by Triple C's featuring Young Jeezy & J-Dub

I'm killing these n-ggas man this shit ain't fair
Give me the ??? to the electric chair,
I'm in the electric coupe
with the electric roof
Its electric blue
with the electric top, Just gives me a rush yeah electric shock,
And that mother f-cker cricken got that navy seats,
Just been riding round town with a navy piece,
Got that ??? riffle to feel that navy heat ha ha,
She gone off that goose tell me call her cranberry,
I traded in the scale for a new blackberry,
I'm so confident damn right i'm so sure,
A hood n-gga straight turned entrepreneur,
I'm killing these n-ggas



The gangs in trouble but helps on the way,
This for them n-ggas that move a brick every day (i am killing these n-ggas)
I'm Still the realist n-gga in it thats all i can say
But on the highway this is what you play ( i am killing these n-ggas)
The gangs in trouble but helps on the way,
This for them n-ggas that move a brick every day (i am killing these n-ggas)
I'm Still the realist n-gga in it thats all i can say
But on the highway this is what you play ( i am killing these n-ggas)

I gave them everything i had yeah thats all i got
And if it ain't enough then give me back my pot
Give me back my front, give me back my life
Give me back my days, give me back my ways
One thing to get it catered i can shit for myself,
Why lt em get the extras i can stretch it myself
62 bring a hundred back n-gga whats happenin?
I swear to God its even after you take it off the napkin
I done see more off white than a dentist, got a A in science class last year i shoulda been a chemist
Or then a veterinarian i play with them birds
Still the realest n-gga in it thats my motha f-ckin word
I am killin these n-ggas