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Caught in the crossfire while the battle raged down the hall
There were no bad guys, just a couple of consenting adults
I just had to get away, but
I listened to your taped
Epistle to Rachel
Stamped and dated,
Now I know you were really alive
In nineteen seventy one.
(fall saddles)
You carried
at Danny's
Now there was Umi, female emcee
We talked most of the night about the M-I-see
When it was time for us to get down to be	-I-Z
She let me stick it
boyfriend 
Or her toyfriend see
Let me specify 
The last man 
Took the money
Left the guy
Desert dry
And gave it to d-rugs
He kept her high
Runnin around
richer from the blood of the working class
Let a poor family starve just to feed your greedy ass

People get sick, can't afford to get well
Betrayed by
having fun outside, and you're telling yourself

I won't let it get to me no more
I don't wanna feel this way
I can't believe I let it go so far
No
amount
Denim bought to you by Rachel and Ralph
Shit he be on it, bullshit don't wanna speak on it
Smellin' like that green bottle with the three on it
to get her early
Shirlie was freakin' like a girl named Rachel
Her bite was vicious and it sure was fatal
She liked to kiss all on my navel
Those are
and the mustangs
Code name Nelly got messages on the tele
By Lisa, Tomika, Angela, Rachel, and Sister Shelly

Oh really, you say some of these names might ring
they sleep with
I've learned there's no such thing as a secret (oh)
I can't describe the feeling I get
You was riding shotgun, I was wheeling the whip
they sleep with
I've learned there's no such thing as a secret (oh)
I can't describe the feeling I get
You was riding shotgun, I was wheeling the whip
Let the kid's sing

Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when
to get her early
Shirlie was freakin' like a girl named Rachel
Her bite was vicious and it sure was fatal
She liked to kiss all on my navel
Those are
to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my money, let the hoes keep throwin'
I once met a tender, she did it for
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Rachel where Tee tee and me and Lynelle be

Y'all ridin' twenty four's I ride February
Twenty eight inches try to jack and you'll get buried
Twelve
The nigga Ras Kass ha. 
We all know and love him ha. 
Yo let's bring it through youknowhatI'msayin' 
bring that shit through nigga. What's up yo yo.
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in