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rage
My father broke out 
And then I turned a new page of my life 
The change but then I was crazy
And thanks to my mom
'cause she has stuck by
To raise
only with storm
From way before sunup to way up to sundown papa walked behind that ol' mule
Until the day that they laid him away he lived by the golden
to Heaven by the hour 
That the morning comes.

And papa's knocked out with his head in his lap.
Mama likes to think that he's taking a nap
'Cause he's
And not New Wave they don't play that crap

Tyr beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Don't have time for the music
They want the blood
disappear
(as I disappear)
This is my plea

Change my life till nothing remains
Let the blood run through my veins again
An immaculate injection, a shot
wheels with a nice grip
So when the blood hit the floor, I won't slip
Dynamic with my dial-up, you faggots is hog meat
Crack your cranium like crab does
a nice grip
So when the blood hit the floor, I won't slip
Dynamic with my dial-up, you faggots is hog meat
Crack your cranium like crab does if you cross
to the beat of the t'balo
Now dig the story and follow
For then it landed, on American soil
Through the sweat, the blood and the toil

Hear, "Praise the Lord,"
check it and the Busta new rap
Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhymes
Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin my roach spray (Anyway!)
Ding-A-Ling, Tribe
or pencil hurt, battin me down
Contents flex text expert, since my born date
5/13/71 like a stick bin, injection
Inside ya blood stream, digest what I
chop chop knock him off

Blood on the wall death in the air
Birds on the ground pistols everywhere
Devils in the eyes babies always cry
Papa never
watch who you approachin'
I'm not your R & B singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin'
Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units
Chinese

[Jin]
Go fuck with your head man
I know a bunch of crypts that love Redman
Blood book in New York man things done change
Stop, the chinks be
Chinese

[Jin]
Go fuck with your head man
I know a bunch of crypts that love Redman
Blood book in New York man things done change
Stop, the chinks be
but I got much more
Wit my super duper hit's and my chin check tips
Dick between the tits and I'm aimin at the lips
Chips by the dozens and I might
and do somethin' new 
He got approached in the mall by the army recruit 
Told him "If you wanna go to school we got money too 
Sign up at eighteen you
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush.  Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
 
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
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rockin' skrilla
Paper chasin' never ends
I be 45 and still slangin' rocks out the Benz
I'ma pimp by blood
And a Ryda 4 Life
And I'ma ride 2 da end
Dumpin'
loved me to death, never cared that blood be the set
Just lovin' the Tech, shrugs in regret when I found out papa kinda had the husband effect
the police officer's station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
They took twenty seven eight-by-ten color glossy
pulled out the na-na
Rolled off the bed then shot back, pa-pa
Blood on the sheets probably spillin' from my gash
Looked out the glass, seen you sprintin'
New Jersey, the Bronx 
Muthafuckers never left 
The mutahfuckins mountains 
Nunca han dejado las montaƱas,
Nunca se han montado en un avion 
chorro
Theories are nearly insane, bleary
? surely by years of the same gears
It's weird to the same ears whose careers
Is to aim spears at the gears in
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
I die famous, hard to explain this 
I live a life to die famous

[Verse 2]
hustle money by Bloods, Crips, and drug dealers
It's all love wit us but