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Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
(It's the Patti what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!)
Runnin' through the trenches it's
to seed

I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders
Convenient

I am made by my times
I am a creation of now
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like

D.E.E.P.
going forward seems like retreat 
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
There's a thin
on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end
I won't cross these streets until
the street
I am the bounty on the table 
In the palace at the feast
I am the rain upon the earth 
After a scorching drought
I am the quenching
logical fuck an obstical bitch
How can I make twelve albums
All them gold and platinum's
And I am still clowin'
It ain't hard
I used to be a broke
I'm the writer got a front page cover 
Hot gossip 'bout who's with their latest lover 
I write all chapters by the second scene 
I call the shots,
'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred

see L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp see
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we first
'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred

See L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp see
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they
I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You look at me like yeah nigga right
But you gave me you
my name on this scene as a teen
And these broad page, pages that you seen that's just me
Because my PR you no ruth down there and sainted
She's blown
cold fishin' by the lake
Take a brain off rappin', 'member what happened
Listen reminisce and cold keep your foot tappin
Darryl and Joe cause the DJ's
wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm
set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By
Had a spiral notebook in his hand
Handed me a chewed up pen
An' I ask you, "What am I signin' up for?"
I scrolled down that wrinkled page
Saw
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
of sun, believe me
Has low importance the grey in the streets
I am searching for

This day wakes up unreal
Warning electro-voices
Giving mankind
The heart beats
Not only in my chest
But the heart of the streets
So when they feel this, they feel me
But I can't feel nothin', outside these Dre Beats
I am
I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die
Sweat tears and blood, paid dues alive
In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live
Could've easily got
What didn't kill me, made me strong as I am 
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov

Now I'm knee deep in the concrete 
Like the streets made a quicksand that?s
Motherfuckin' real G's

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
sit pretty when the ol' 1 2 unglue in a tizzy
Please hold for the don't play dull boy
Click, I am not a page or a pull toy
Came in the door
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from