Cross Creek '09

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Turk P Diddy

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I pray that murda ink do not post my dawgs today
I hate the fact that we gotta stay strapped up just to be safe
I shoot this illegal pistol right now know I'm gone catch a case
Im ducked off inna county surviving thats the only way okay
I watched as a young older dudes I shouldn't be like
Instead of selling drugs I wondered what the stage like
My granny would kill me if I ever went the street route
Cause she was grooming me different
Look how me and my cousins turned out

And its no shade nigga 
No shade no shade nigga
Its is no shade nigga 
No shade no shade nigga
 
From a city where them young niggas die 
And them mommas cry
Its so hard to stay alive and easy to lose your life yea

Stop before you move
Think before you speak
Thats what my granny taught me
I grew up wit wolves 
Watch these niggas cause my uncle told me
These niggas be whores
Niggas be snaking so you gotta watch them
When I was a young boy 
We stayed in shit we ducking helicopters
You gotta watch these niggas nowadays dummy they geekin
They poppin pistols popping percosets
These young niggas tweaking
When these young niggas ribs touching dawg they hardly be thinking
Look im from Baltimore
I seen my dawg turn to a demon
Gotta thank my mama
Cause she moved me from the streets
Yea 
She moved me out the county to the creek
But the whole time the creek be on the same thing
The Creek turned a nigga to a beast
Forgive me granny
Watching these niggas
I cannot f*ck wit these niggas
Dees niggas is bitches
I cannot trust none dees niggas 
We strapped with the semis 
My brother will blast for a nigga
Staying Precautious I seen many niggas get shot up in front of me
Cant let uh
F*ck nigga 
Take my life
Nope
No way No Way
I cant let them catch me slipping
At least not today
My daddy told me stay up on my Pimpin
Stay real til the grave
Im battling wit my inner demons
And my demons they gon slide when they see ya
And Know my niggas don't cap
We don't diss in raps
We aint nothin like you internet gangsters to be exact
I got that county shit runnin in my blood no where im at
And granny if these niggas try me watch my shooters make they head go splat yea
Mama forgive me yea
I use to get in so much shit I really hope except it
I don't let niggas get too close to me I keep me a weapon
I don't sell drugs im not a street nigga
You raised a 9-5 nigga
She told me keep my ass up out the streets 
Do not entertain a beef
Mama I cant follow dat 
Cant let these niggas play wit me
I hang wit the Killas, Raised by gangstas I be inna streets
Cant be on no sucka shit cause lil niggas look up to me
I ride for the gang yea
Thats never gon change yea
Im certified cross creek tatted on me
I thug this creek boy shit to the bone gristle all my niggas gon eat yea
Tryna go from rocking 990's to loubotins all on our feet
And we gon get paid nigga
We gon get paid nigga
We gon get paid nigga
One day my nigga yea
Yay Yea
We gon get paid 
We gon get paid 
And F*ck ya bitch nigga
I cant respect you niggas
You niggas is hoes
I cannot f*ck witch niggas you niggas you don't got no morals
They shooting up children and woman on accident
Really do niggas got aim at all
Mo money mo problems 
My niggas is violent 
We shoot wit no hesitation never talk
We drag our nuts my nigga 
We be walking around not giving a f*ck
We groomed by stand up niggas that put niggas inna morgue
When we was young we played wit cap guns
You niggas played with dolls
And them Gangstas that im raised by taught me to stand tall

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