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[Chorus]
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Tightly knit, my script is legit
I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit
Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold
I did "Posse
I made my bed but I couldn't sleep in it
With the man in red tracking me minute by minute
Running like a horse
Always looking behind me
But
Z-Ro and Trae in the mix, with G.I.N. balling and shit
We hitting hoes with the dick, fifth wheel recline with the kit
Smoking light green it's bliss,
and the new mansion home
In Houston cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up
and the new mansion home
In Houston cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up
and the new mansion home
In Houston cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up
in the city on down 
Just a while ago my soul was confused, 
Amused at what it did not know 

But days went by and amusement cried 
I decide it's
by the O-P-M kings
Rings and tight cliques we mix to snipe hits
And be the uppest that the main thing
Catch graffiti wreck on my city set

My
a gallon of Big Red
Stayin and smokin sweets
In a Mazaradi
I'm be goin solo
When I mix and I shake
Headed to the tray
Hollin Moe
Cause my trunk got
hell

When I sleep I use to dream that I go there
In my dreams it is a beautiful town
A mix between London and New York City
In 77 when the best
a regular bitch, so when niggas see me, they jump on my dick
He not a regular shooter, so when you see me, salute-a
Ain't got a knife in my hand, but I'm
chewed out
Their shit ain’t regular rich, so they end up in a ditch
I’m not a regular bitch, so when niggas see me, they jump on my dick
He not a regular
Lloyd, yeah you know what I'm on
Many girls are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't play around
Or my nigga Trae tha Truth going to lay
Sitting in my day care
It was day-glo painted
You see me I'm a drinker
You see me now I'm sainted
Chased by the plaintive
Haunted by the medium
I'm takin this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise

Basics in the basement, waste it
Asking my dog for advice so
shit on a regular basis
Got bitches everywhere in all kind of places
I can pull out my little black phone book
Flip every last page take a long look
Like Magellan we was over by my man catchin' paper.
Frankie on the cubes. And fisty on the sabre I
Was on the mix mad drinkin that is when I found
I'm outta control like yo kids with guns
Words that stored in a murderous thoughts
My profile as nasty as maggots in pork
I'm dark and damp
enough
basis
Pullin' out, knockin' sucker MC faces
Travel round the world with my mind at ease
No Calvin Klein, just wearin' Lee's
Got credit in countries
I'm takin this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise

Basics in the basement, waste it
Asking my dog for advice so
this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise
Basics in the basement, waste it
Asking my dog for advice so when he can't
Yankee hats, Suits and ties everywhere

These City folks, they look at me in my shirt and jeans, they make me think I don't fit in here

Well
on the regular, checkin my ends
Bought another fresh drop top (top) Benz
Yep yep yep, +Just Da Pimpin in Me+
Twenty G's on the block when I hit L.B.
Stashed a lil'
and mix them all together
To formulate an opinion without a second thought
My thoughts are yours
Your thoughts are mine
Just divided by.
WORDS
I know why