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your choice, so it takes you to choose
The best in rap, the best in r&b
The best in rock, the best in p-o-p
Who works the hardest, sweats the most
a way to me
It's only that it's not as simple as it seems to be
toast
And knock off targets, starting with the hardest
By next year my nigga, we be the largest
Felonies done with no charges

Came up out the darkness,
last words 
But I'm still here 
And small 
So small how could this struggle seem so big? 

So big
While the palms in the breeze still blow green
Munroe,
 In the P.A.V.O?
 He was tallish and mentally dim.
 The talk of heredity can't be quite true,
 He was dropped on his head by his ayah at two,
on the microphone in the, 
Mic check 2, 3, I'm different like blue pee
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop Be
Like a hoopty, man the boy been riding
And I
day and suddenly everything
Goes so and quiet and soon everyone seems to be alone
With their own thoughts And now it's as if I'm standing
Beneath
poppin', word to mother
Swervin' under covers, had it local, had it OT
Whippin' up P-O-T tryna get to the T-O-P
Get in and get out, that's always the plan
It's blue steel concealed under my sweater
To calm down whoever, Duke, I move clever
I must keep it steppin' hops when shit be gettin' hot

I step
address y'all this time
Make a statement that's on my mind
Brothers scared of revolution should be
thinkin of the way that we could be
Miss blue eyes, how'd
liner
I'm on my p's and my q's
Stones green to the blue, twenty three's when I cruise

Feel my calf muscle on the gas and the brake pedal
Ain't
I'm on my p's and my q's
Stones green to the blue, 23's when I cruise

Feel my calf muscle on the gas and the brake pedal
Ain't another youngin'
I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P to the I to the M P
No, I'm Southside
Sorry, bitch, you better pay me

Old school white Lac pimpin like Don Juan
When I
a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break a ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P to the I to the M P
No, I'm Southside
Sorry
of work fool

TOUGH:
How it seems to be,wish I had somebody lookin' out for me

Try to find a lover if you dare
Even if you do she just won't care
Well no
helps you get by
So when they hit me, I always reply

They always be like, "what's up? Are you good?
Hit me up whenever you in the hood"
Then we fuck,
word of young Mills
 Who ruptured himself at the end of a chukka
 And had to be sent to the hills?
 They say that young Lees
 Had a go of ‘D.T.'s'
to the I to the M P
No, I'm Southside
Sorry, bitch, you better pay me

[Big Sam]
Old school white Lac pimpin like I'm Don Juan
When I pull up
the slugs screamin' to stop you from breathin'. 
It seems we're all a target in this mosh pit. 
The world be spinnin' lopsided, that's
Why I have my logic.
the slugs screamin' to stop you from breathin'. 
It seems we're all a target in this mosh pit. 
The world be spinnin' lopsided, that's
Why I have my logic.
the slugs screamin' to stop you from breathin'. 
It seems we're all a target in this mosh pit. 
The world be spinnin' lopsided, that's
Why I have my logic.
Az Usual, the only way to survive

(4x)

[Second Verse]
My lifestyle, still crazy fuck how shady it seems
By my side bes the three-eighty, lady of my
time in the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night

You expect me to just let you hit it
But
time in the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night

You expect me to just let you hit it
But
time in the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night

You expect me to just let you hit it
But