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it was you all along

Blue had you too
I lied for you
And nothing can be real till you can feel 

I walk your street with a lonely sky 
And baby
Written by John Mellencamp

Go on and admit it
You can't take it anymore
So why don't you quit it
Your scratching off again
Can't you see it
[B. Stille]
This is for you, and you, and you, and you

[Verse 1 - B. Stille]
Now I came up with little bad ass yeagas, to never had ass yeagas
The whites of your eyes blind blue but bind by surprise the tired tries of
Trying time and through your teeth cry lines of lies hiding under street
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
quick on short notice 
Niggas get sniped like, Klonker Brockite 
Show em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic, street life 

Why you have
and mixed up is how I feel
I walk the streets with a fuck you attitude
And when it comes to my peoples you ain't half as rude
Follow the crowd or be
I spent the night, next to you in the house where you grew up, next to you I miraculousy woke up. In your parents' house I lied in bed with you.
tell ya how it is man
You got close and you realize what it is
We fighting each other in the streets of each
And you live and learn day by day
Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers 
Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows 
My rap shot's hot but suppose you get 
a wild motherfucker who could never sit still
said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill
nigga I felt you
we was back an forth burough to projects for
a wild motha fucka who could never sit still 
said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill 
nigga i felt you 
we was back an forth burough to projects
Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
Homie's name on paper, you
red Rum! (x4)

[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
Let's put the crown where it's at
10 years
Never been done this real by nobody

To my seed, May I lead you into no greed or evil
In the categories
Jenny's daddy was five years gone
By the time that Jenny was six years old
It was her and her mom and her parakeet Pete
In a little blue house
gotta find a way to deal with)

As a young black teen, everyday I deal
With the pressure and mixed up is how I feel
I walk the streets with a fuck you
sealed in 
The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet 
Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest 
Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in
the god
When the devil
Blow to the essence
Sinks deep down into the blue train cover
The real got surreal cause we feel you ain't a gangster
When I was
Gimme a hot second, and I'mma put you on
It's all messed up somebody snitchin on the crew
And word is on the street is they got pictures of you
the dollars 
Work hard like blue collars, ghetto scholars is hard to follow 
Niggas say it's real rough today and I say what you say 
They promised me forty
Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you looking at?
lived in the ghetto)...or the projects 

But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs, and I wrecks havoc 

And if you try to play me I won't have it
Where are you?
'Cause I need freedom too
I break chains all by myself
Won't let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I'ma keep running
'Cause a winner don't
The world at my sneakers,
Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features, 
Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether,
Came on the scene at 19