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But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind
I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I
OK this is August 26th 2004 we’re gonna try
And go through this in one live take
The Complete History of the Development
Of Punk on New
York's Lower
you li'l booty bitches eat ya biscuits
Get thicker bitches, I know some niggas wanna fuck wit cha
But it's plain and simple they like 'em thicker
of things
Intimate themes made for interesting sixteens
And I was fifteen when I heard Rhyme Goes On
By Eric B and Rakim, my mind grew numb
I was in awe
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
The loot ima chase day by day
Living crucial man get it out the fast lane
What you expect out of fame
I need that through respect
They cant hang
Jungle lions
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
I got to give
I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live
Got money, lock 'em off, fuckers still I got drama
Got two strike dog and five baby
somethin', huh?
How come they never cross over to us, huh?
I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley's album cover
mind when bitches hating
She look and snap
So when you see her, know that she taken
5'5" chinky brown eyes
Look like she Asian
With her hair braided
see that every day, just so many ghetto tears
In the ghetto)
Age 11 looking out of a ghetto building
Mom and 5 of us little ghetto children
I
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
after all" And
Like, I think about it sometimes like
It crosses my mind a
Bit like when I go to a baseball game and um
Sixty thousand people boo me
too early
Was twenty five n i cried on recordings
Contemplate life cuz im tired of fallin
Same ol Advice I got tired of stallin
Reachin for help like
3-5-6-2-1-6-2-4-7
Aye
Wanted to be wanted, how I'm haunted by rejection
Walking through the valley, know I'm tryna get my steps in
Exercise my faith
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
Time after time yeah it's how they survive
I got a song and an album in mind
First one called Chimez
Second one flies
Up on the radio 99.5
Yuh
I wanna be
I stay focused on my grind
Till it's time to shine
Get high enough to push the very limits of my mind
In my space and time
I'm flexin by design
I see
loaves of bread"
Now lookie here
There's too many brothers that go by that
Now I want you brothers to dig where we coming from
Set your mind
Right
you write don't exclude the pain from hard dick
Wu forever I hope Ol' Dirty spirt haunt you
I pray they make you cell with Killa Sin just to taunt you
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
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