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coof coof
The life of D.O.M?
But nowhere near my end
As I put down my pen
Hope you enjoy it my friend

Uh
Uh it's a different types of rules we obey
Flip

friend to do a drive by
Hit you two times, hes bi
Then fuck you up, homicide
We about that shit all the time
Pull up anytime of day
He'll fuck you two

the experience wasn't appreciated
By my young mind

"yeah get to the point"

Chill brah, let me talk
"Well explain the two area codes
Thats tatted on your arms"

who I are
Like, do they understand it?
The crafty never get undercut
By the upper handed
I eat so much on these beats
When this shit cut off
I’m like

I was told by all my teachers I have instability. I move alone and in silence because I live in this city
I'm pretty antisocial, not much life in my

friends
Every second of my collection's like my life in reflection
Pressin' record to start the session, Bucktown by Smif-N-Wessun

I know to you, it might

See it was the assassination of MLK JFK FRED HAMPTON MALCOM X WE AINT START MURDER EACH OTHER 60s early 70d when all our leaders was killed that’s

Secrets

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

talk to 'er if it ain't about a dollar.
Stayed in the latest? Esay?, Gucci, Prada
Two kids, no communication with' the father.
She nineteen, lookin'

All I See

The Magic Numbers

Those the Brokes

2006

all shy, hmm I wonder why
Every time I look at you, you turn and drop your eye
We faced, began to lace you up with lines
Fragrance by Ann Klein had

bout me? I'm waiting for you
Never ever said to me you'd be true
Played me like a harp baby played me for a fool
Trade me for the player biggest one in

where it could be
It appeared right under me
And I turn 21 this year so I'm gone come in strong
Ain't a d*** thing we can't reach
In arm reach with my

a fendi that Dusse is in me
Talkin wreckless fckk everybody like it's Roofie's in me
Jamaican Chinese shorty they think karreuche wit me
Me and my UNO G'd

That's ex behavior 
You used to love me
Now you playing dirty putting everything on me 

Bought you designer 
Gucci Versace 
You know I was there for

can't shout but me money can talk
When we walk by your side me chest me pump up
When you go down on me me always jump up
Salvatore Ferragamo Gucci Louis

tell he don't put on cologne, that boy he reek (He stink)
Don't put me in that class 'cuz I'd rather fuck the teach (Uh)
Prada on my belt and I got Gucci

you leave behind catastrophe
Girl you bad and I can see why (see why)
Queen B of the Beehive (beehive)
Gucci boots is knee high
And you fly by in G5
You

Thank you God for this chance
I won't waste it again
Staying away from parties so
I don't relapse again
BYOW, I'ma bring some friends
Some pretty women,

that gun on me. Their cool nigger let em in were be chilling with their friends. we brought that paper with coz if not we be robbing you taking all youre

Ai muri voglio dischi d'oro
Piano piano vedi, miglioro
E prima o poi sarò famoso
Fuori la notte, si fino alle 3
6 di mattina, mi bevo un caffè
Sai che

and my money missing 
Why’d i bring the bitch to my crib 
Hard headed took a L but you know i prolly do the shit again 
Luckily i ain’t the old me i woulda

(Verse 1)
Yeah
Maddie is a baddie I just never told her
I’ll trade in her Cadi for a new Rover
If I lived in Cali I’d tell her come over
I’m far away

things that I am
I am black
I am white
I am Hebrew
It’s a fight
So tired of the cold nights rolling by violating the beat it was more than just a bite

don't stand for the flag but allow they white friends 
To say nigga baby that's a knee cap
All you niggas is softies, food, fruity
You choose man y'all

All my friends dead call me Uzi
She scratching on my chest think I'm Bruce lee
I fucked her by accident like whoopsie
Rico in the room you know I'm gone