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her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And o' Jim just got sick right there on the floor
He dropped
Yeah, where you think you goin'. Where you think you goin'.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's the unit for the 9-8.
Flipmode Squad baby. That's my word.
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
the bionic man
I stood there shakin my head, I had a flashback
Bout what happened uptown by the traintracks
Jim came over and he said to me fred
I got a real
I have only one thing to say to you today
It’s a jungle out there
You gotta look out for number 2
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
All I care 'bout
bout, bout bout bout
Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets
Stocking
to where it hadn't been
My brother Jamal, he can rest in peace
Just knowin' you helped man get where they're goin'
All makes sense in the mind of a poet
intoxicated for me to take the high road
Since the Whiskey came, I done lost my way
Lost myself in a drink
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal with myself
Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga
couldn't take the 9 to 5
Use to take the 95 down to Richmond
Bumpin' Jigga up in the ride
Use to think along and drive
'Bout my drive
Used to wonder why
Living i know people get mad at
Me when I compare myself
But that's the only way I can explain
What my aspirations are when I'm talkin'
'bout Walt Disney,
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
and the villains
I ain't goin' out my way, cause I'm just a civilian
But I won't dodge you niggas, only thing I skipped is the prison
I can't go to jail, I got too
They call me Young Gudda,
I'm all about the doe still,
And anybody in my way, Roadkill,
Everything my hands touch turn to gold,
Money, Knots
They call me Young Gudda
I'm all about the doe still
And anybody in my way, Roadkill
Everything my hands touch turn to gold
Money, Knots and Jewels
a hatchet, I'm either gonna have to use it on you or bury it
Fuck it, I'm not gon' bury it
You goin' dumb, I'm going dumber, this a Jim Carrey hit
Every day
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
on the ave
Hoppin' out the DBS, gеttin' to the bag
If you gettin' in my way then
I'm gеttin' to the mag (You know)
True story (Yeah) it's too gory (Yeah)
spiralin' to the ground, but I don't think it's gon' slow down
This fallen world is fallin', this building's 'bout to blow down
We just goin' in circles, we
Nigga, I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
I was posted in that tip and my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean
way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah),
ass licked
Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch gettin head
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
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