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can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now 

spin around let your whole crown man down  man down 

[Street Life] 

I live by the street code
to

A base-head cleaned up his act
He stopped smoking crack and took his soul back
Decided, he could find a much better way to live
You know the way, positive
cause you'll never write
But I'ma still send this letter off, P.O. Box
And when you get it

[Chorus]
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
dizzy me if you can't make a better song
And if you ain't see man you got the letters wrong
Cash motivation we go hard, fuck the alphabet minus A-R
"Who the hell do they think they are, 
Invading our home like that? 
Grandma and I had to leave so fast, 
We couldn't even catch the cat." 

"The
Somebody came on too heavy
Now look at me made ugly
By the drooling letters
I was better off alone
Ain't that the way it is
They don't know the first
Through the string of a G-clef
My dear, I claim you're def
And if you can hear me, by golly gee
Trugoy is ready for what you posess
We could live in my
ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes
Through the string of a G-clef
My dear, I claim you're def
And if you can hear me, by golly gee
Trugoy is ready for what you posess
We could live in my
days
Got me thinkin' bout better days

Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin' weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids
Wanna try
days
Got me thinkin' bout better days

Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin' weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids
Wanna try
I prayed it would never end 

But when we got to his house 
There was no wife 
Only a short, short letter 
It said: "I'm leaving you for your
ADAM: I am a simple goat.
I live on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me here with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I happy?
He don't give a fuck.
OLD
after her" so
Exactly would have happened if I hadn't continued rappin
Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all
generations after her" so
Exactly would have happened if I hadn't continued rappin
Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all
one like that 
Should be confined to the ground

(Verse Two)
When I was down in New York she'd send me letters 
And I read her passages about how I left
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, Jesus save me
You know how the game be
I can't let em change me
Cause on Judgment Day,
Chi town, raised me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, Jesus save me
You know how the game be
I can't let em change me
ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes
the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it
bothered
It's just just weird how we share the same mother and father
But yet you treat me like a stranger, instead of your brother
How could you hate me
the master 
And they can take you to jail or take your life's 
Them sorry bastards 
That makes me wonder why 
The five-o can determine if we live or if
did what I came to do, no time left
Say my name out the blue 'cause I rhyme it the best
Mic club dot net see me live in the flesh
You could come
is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go
Then we can let you live, you made that switch
And now it's time to kill you bitch
Give you an overdose
tight, watching the sunset at shore
Never knew what she was crying for (Never knew what she was crying for)
He got the letter in the mail by the middle