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being 'fraid to defend my life a g.p

(niggas bleed jus' like us)
Picture me run away from a fight a some bwoy mussy bright
(niggas bleed jus' like
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that
by the sacraments of sin
All the way from the beginnin'
I keep spinnin'
Good versus evil, who's winnin'?
My mind state takin' a beatin' and still
a plane from the sky
It was a long ride down the east coast
In a city can't keep
Could you keep up on your feet
And I was struck down by the west coast
It
Master MC 
One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me 
Feet come first, sometimes not the head 
Some niggas eat, some don't get fed 
If you live by
juice from the fucking light poles
Shout out to the Bronx, nigga!

Aye yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid
Bombing the D train and hit
to the side by like
What did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side
You tried to scare me but I won't mover-a
The bully of the block becomes
streets now
No apologies for bein' me now
Only makin' songs if I'm killin' every beat now
I never live by the compliments
Twenty-seven, unmarried, still
ships passin
Rappin, no actual action
Now here she was live, all the way from back home 
Bodily counterpart to the voice over the phone
I spoke to for
rope walking tryna keep a level head
The bright lights blind look at what the devil did

She left the door open gave a fuck if I'm famous
I write
Yeah! Ladies and gentleman
Broadcastin' live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncin', c'mon

The first day of the rest of my
Boy I am so tired
I'll be glad when I get inside the house
Oh, I dropped my keys
Oh what tis bright light?
My God they must gonna rob me
Who
Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncing, come on

The first day of the rest
The bright lights blind look at what the devil did

She left the door open gave a fuck if I'm famous
I write this alone in Vegas
Came off fly street money
men, 
And though it don't seem, 
>From table 2 to 16, 
All men do is dream: 
Of falling in love, just like women. 
Now sitting at table 20 was a man
or at least the ones you want to hear
City lights look like bright groups of fire flies
Many see the truth (the proof) only when the liar dies
Tires screech
Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncing, come on

The first day of the rest of my
remember where I am
And my families far from here, but the stars are bright this evening
On this morning on this afternoon, just got here now I'm leaving
the Shilights, legendary with bright lights
Signin' autographs for the Warner Brothers and the Def Jam staff
Sooped up to the max with a platinum Brahmin, fog
But when it comes to
Protecting the lives of twenty-two million Afro-Americans
Then all of a sudden, Uncle Sam becomes very conscious, of legality
by a long shot
We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat
And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying
Boy I am so tired
I'll be glad when I get inside the house
Oh, I dropped my keys
Oh what tis bright light?
My God they must gonna rob me
Who
motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!
I put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!
You heard me tell 'em blade up!
As the bright light blind ya
Free
time
That if we battled at 10, get there by 20 at 9
I'm as heavy as Spawn, Esoteric savage be	
I'll spit bars at rappers like a chocolate factory