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Uh!

I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
Can't see Sammy, got no sight
Going twelve rounds, yeah go fight (yeah)
Get blessed by the kid Jesus Christ
And the beat stop, sleep tight

Baby, you been
Johnson originally proposed an outright ban covering discrimination
  by everyone for every type of housing but it had no chance from the start
it's done, uh

I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I
We Hungry!
[HMSS] Kids don't eat till later

[Sammy Sam]
At two in the mornin, kids be sleep
It's two in the mornin, go back to sleep
Now me and my
him
Pimps memorize his lines-verbatim
He reps N.Y. yo
Gives C-notes to winos
Not church
It's how he tithe though
He walks the tenement
Sleeps
We Hungry!
[HMSS] Kids don't eat till later

[Sammy Sam]
At two in the mornin, kids be sleep
It's two in the mornin, go back to sleep
Now me and my
the anaesthesia
It'll send her body into a seizure
That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin
Hey chick, I'm at a loss for words
What do you say at this
the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies,
While everybody's like no

I got this pregnant snake
Stay surrounded by long hairs
A plethora of maniacs
And spiral stairs
Make your water break
In
[Intro]
Unusual suspect (unusual suspect) 
But I know these niggas (but I know these niggas).
Jim Johnson, Big D (Jim Johnson and Big D).
Ah dis
Johnson just got kicked out where he lived
I follow no man, cause man be phoney
My mind was playin' tricks on me
My mind was playin' tricks on me

Day
jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on, we juggle mic's
We come on all the amps, advance the final
Show
a Jag truck 
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck 
Double are T with the matchin bandana 
38-snub blue steel with no hammer 
And I see all ya
they all back
Devil daisy hats, chaimy chi, park that
Duggin’ like the ’96 park back
Ain’t no 1 on 1’s, to feel once we just jump back
Heartbeat, ass
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck 
Double are T with the matchin' bandana 
Thirty eight-snub blue steel with no hammer 
And I see all ya
to go upstate wit em
Where you going, you won't get good sleep no more
See the street no more, or skeet no more
Ride around in the P, with the heat no
good sleep no more
See, the street no more or skeet no more
Ride around in the P with the heat no more
From top to not even on your feet no more

'Fore
Gram' Sammy, we feudin' for the whole damn family
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes
on my back
All I do is eat and sleep
Run the street with that steel pack
You know the lost boyz got
With timbs and jeans
Field jackets, and hats
on my back
All I do is eat and sleep
Run the street with that steel pack

You know the lost boyz got
With timbs and jeans
Field jackets, and hats coverin'
damn, you only get one more warning
Then you're goin to sleep
But it ain't gonna be no yawning

[Hook 8x]
Run hide duck huh
Bitch you heard me huh what?
on my back
All I do is eat and sleep
Run the street with that steel pack
You know the lost boyz got
With timbs and jeans
Field jackets, and hats
bleed all day with no Kotex
Broke necks
Mind checks
Seranaded with these beats
How deep?
About a hundred and fifty-two feet
Don't sleep
'Cause
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T with the matchin' bandana
38-snub blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance