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is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke
millions
Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for really.
Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with millions
Bar caps and billies, it’s all raps for
Came up big, to dig an early grave
Get locked up, and turn a slave for the rhythm
We rap, still get slapped by the system

Poetry deep in the team
Ratin latent, and perpetratin 

My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes 

You get frantic, New York City, run and panic 

California, I switch
So you wanna be hardcore 
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps 
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal 
That you're
So you wanna be hardcore 
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps 
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal 
That you're
jewelry shooting virals
Never wheeling them cars, just standing by them
Not really knowing them broads, just standing by them
No first class tickets, you
Life is a beautiful struggle

I'm on fire, when I rap, I leave the area smoky
Better call Smokey the bear, cuz I'm the rarest showpiece
My roots
the tree,
Yeah, and in a matter of minutes no matter the limit
I rap and I rip it so you know Big Macca done did it

Down by the river I learnt how
and choice
Persuaded by the beat and the MC voice
There are people who love it across the land
And there are those that think that it should be banned
Well
football fan
I flipped a mad dog and a Japanese man
A double bunk bed a 40 to the head
Now get up and watch me rap to cornbread hey

Hey I hear ya
Yo
with wet matches and bottle rockets
While cop walkie talkies walk outside my apartment obnoxious
Tonight's special consists of stale fiber from shitty
We pimps from Houston Texas to California for real 
My pockets hurtin baby I need some financial love 
So get where you supposed to and, do 
What
So you wanna be hardcore 
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps 
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal 
That you're
Hop
Really not impressed
Maybe just my love died
Sober, still above high
Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries
I cry til I can't cry no
Hop
Really not impressed
Maybe just my love died
Sober, still above high
Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries
I cry til I can't cry no
And if it's gonna be gunplay, rocket launchers, grenades, and AKs!

(Chorus - repeat 2X)
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin' the children
Rest in peace to the innocent children who were shot in the back
Running from the military, Junta hot on their tracks
For the love that why their
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
check you wouldn't have a check at all
 - a one two, and I'm a check you

I start most of my raps off kinda slow
just so you could see exactly where it
fiction, and some of it fact
[Cage]	Now they love a dumb rap on a heavy drum track
[Eon]	They were mad fuckin hoes and we fucked every one
	That story is
E-Swift test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot, 
Show 'em what we got for the ninety-flow shot. 
I'm the, brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds,
swanging to the elbows and they sticking out
What you talking bout, what about them boys on Rap-A-Lot
Love to talk about the hoes that I fuck, and I smash