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to smile

`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style

Everybody's sittin' by your head
to smile

`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style

Everybody's sittin' by your head
matic the way I flow to this beat

You can't sit still, it's like tryin' to smoke crack
And go to sleep, I'm strapped
Just knowing any minute I could
that you notice
'Cause it's sort of unique 'cause you know it's me
My poetry's deep, and I'm still-matic, the way I flow to this beat
You can't sit
matic the way I flow to this beat

You can't sit still, it's like tryin' to smoke crack
And go to sleep, I'm strapped
Just knowing any minute I could
of the building, shooting at police
Some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me
I'm a walking obituary, death live in me
I take life through the pen, by
of the building, shooting at police
Some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me
I'm a walking obituary, death live in me
I take life through the pen, by
boy I wish the kids could of seen it
But you can't see out of the side of the car
Because the windows are completely covered
With the decals of all
slappin' the phoney
Got to walk it off can't mosey
Who got you open up
Crack pipe still smokin'
Face frozen
Coke straw stickin' out your nose and D
still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I don't hear to meet a soul
beautiful
That may be your hood but this is my hood

Got the red dogs trippin' and these niggas still snitchin'
The old lady across the street still
beautiful
That may be your hood but this is my hood

Got the red dogs trippin' and these niggaz still snitchin
The old lady across the street still
boy I wish the kids could of seen it
But you can't see out of the side of the car
Because the windows are completely covered
With the decals of all
still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I don't hear to meet a soul
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three bitches and an MPV
Half a gallon of Georgi Porgi
And cranberry that's the POP
Peel-Off Passion, a recipe
free
Regardless what you seen, still gallons of codeine
Regardless what you say I'm still thunder storm gray
Regardless what they said I'm still
I gets high (high)
Rollin' down the I95
Ma' don't ask why
I love gettin' high
While I drive
I can't lie (I can't lie)
I puff lye (I puff lye)
While I
that you notice
'Cause it's sort of unique 'cause you know it's me
My poetry's deep, and I'm still-matic, the way I flow to this beat
You can't sit
We still homies at the end of the day
Believe that

[Chorus]
No no no
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost
still homies at the end of the day, believe that

No no no, I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost to know it, know it
We still homies at the end of the day
Believe dat

No No No
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost to know it (know it)
We still homies at the end of the day
Believe that

[Chorus]
No no no
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost
We still homies at the end of the day
Believe that

No no no
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost to know it
for me
Seems somehow we never can agree

Tears so many I can't see
Well these years don't mean a thing to me
Time goes by and still I can't be free
it kept us calm, our stylin' merry
But late, but lately loonies acting real bold
Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry
Girls watch, and watch,