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grown up
Ten a key now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up

I'm ridin' through da A, I don't know where da turn
got the keys to the rented Corvette
Can't catch me, I'm the man in all black
I been a nice chap since Catman on crack
Fuck that, I been nice way
black bags
Without gettin' no blood on my fresh rags
Ruthless, heart of a stone, grown with no emotions
I piss out brewhas, poisonous potion

Bone
grown up
Ten a key now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up

I'm ridin' through da A, I don't know where da turn
My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I
facing twenty years for every night I tried to ingest the snow so lightly, huh?
You simply couldn't put down the black book
You dreamt the dreams
So I was up in this trendy bar mingling
My keys around my neck were jingling
And you was looking at me like it was my bling
You was staring at me
Somehow,

Raised by a momma who, who,
Hates her baby father so, so
She don't have a problem with, with,
Saying fuck a nigga Quick, quick,
I'm just tryna be
and my soul is black
NECRONOMICON, SOFOMON'S KEY, EIBON'S BOOK and
DE VERMIS MYSTERIES (Forbidden books, unholy thoughts)
I've talked to the dead
designs, your hurting my eyes,
You really should revise your dress sense before you walk on by,
I'm kinda mixed up in this disco inferno,
Baggy jeans
will die
And only by action will any ideas solidify
So I inhale, exhale as I ponder
This grown man will make mistakes no longer
I've been there, I've
We're I'm living ain't right 
Black hate white 
White hate black 
It's right back 
To the same fight 
They got us suspecting a war 
But the real war
change 
But Adam, the white man would stare strange 
So the black man got fed up 
Cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him 
And took red by his
When girls dressed in black they all look so lonely
And contraceptives don't get used by the horny
You can't find the key to the door in your
a fat bitch ugly bitch a model for real

Well you know me
By da juice mane
Hanging out with big tree
Standin' on the porch drankin liquor
Drunk,
in the house and De La, they in the house

I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people
Please don't be deceived by ugly slice
The fact the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't
The fact the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't
I found the keys in the basket by the front door
That ain't a hiding spot pops, that's a bad choice
What you think, I would've walked right passed
living black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for protection
Niggas hate me in the section from
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
on that black stone merlo
Toast to my hero Nat Turner
Whether below zero, gave the keys to Kelis
Whispered in her earlobe, drive on
'Cause she the wife
seen this fly girlie

Suave and deboinaire

Light skinned complexion

With long black hair

But this girl was ug-ly

I mean her body was through

But
The fact the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen

[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen