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the teachers even more by police's
How he get that cash today his father passed away
Left him with a little somthin' 16 he was stuntin'
Al B Sure nigga with
I hope they fry him"
They were sure that he did it, there was no need to try him
And Willy Bennett, who was in it to win it
Got bassed and harassed
make I see something that I could have
Like, I forget to love the man I am
No harm in lookin' back
There's no harm in self respect
But some man take
ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit
that he who has been successful
Should look out of for his fellow man, his brother
I feel that's my role, that's my job
I know when I was a kid
You
even control it
Cause they tryna kill me guess they got a chip on they shoulder
Black man, black man that’s all I'll ever be
I ain’t worried bout you
So
the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the streets
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got
Double cup of sprite
What a
What a life
What a life
What
What
What a life
If I tell ya this
And I tell that
Would you run away
Would you have my back
I
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
wasn't makin shit
Who ever thought that I'd make it rich?
The bottom of the barrel, with a bucket of Crys'
I'm tellin you man life a funny thing
You
champagne
While stuck in them chain
This world is crazy
Crazy how they live like that
They pull up tonight
Killers in the trunks
Getting thrilled tonight
They
Kids made fun of my swag cap on Yik Yak
Man, those were days that shit was just straight facts
Taking useless classes, just so I could pass this
Year
yeah no regrets
Wannabe one that's sounding kiff
Remember those days I light my
Remember the pain when I write
My wrist on flight
To the top, I got it
and priest)
See me and Auris got one big plan
Our east European connections a bigger gang
Free Eddie when he’s home we pattern da man
And see that kristoff
a coin she got two sides
Park her car at work she got two rides
Her mans been unaware she got two lives
Bullshit on her tongue she spit the same lines
Baby
My one-liners make bitches relapse
Got two timers who keep with the stats
Sedi you're better than that leaving instrumentals all white
Macadeli
to me, man you better come properly
And I am what I am by the Grace of God
Got no time for apologies
I'm rising above all my enemies
I'm praying to God for
turned to get to Broadway
Shit
I see the sun in the back of my mind
And everyone has got to pass on by
But I'm good, just gotta take my time
If it's
And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
And this happens everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live another day
Wassup, Wu Tang Clan in here
Those who do not know me My name is Carl Hurd
I’m the type of lyricist who lives by his hurt yeah
So much to experience in life I got to Stay Lit
Cuz
Aquemini b*tch! Ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha! Whoop! Whoop
Uh! As the world keeps turning and
The blunt keeps burning
Fly away my escape
Still I live another
couldn't price me
Sign and stunt with a blunt full of P-E
And I guess you know me,
Been in N-Y so long got Tri-State family
Especially Brooklyn shout out
have been fired
Just when they got the job that they desired
Now for the job that man wanted to do, can't get hired
Some man are driving around
changing our lives for some change
Cause the white mans winning in a black mans land
No slavery but we still got chains around our hands
From DF Malan,
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