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used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Years gone by fast, let's move along
34th Street, that's where I held my skills
Los made

and stones break bones How do you heal a Nigga
Can't  raise a gangster By yourself it take the whole village
Whoever knew that I would graduate to be a villain

brunch, sip mimosas out a champagne flute
Seats reclined on the plane with no complaints
Mr. Johnson, each stewardess know me by my nam
Platinum Amex

them
& idk, idk
Where the hell I wanna go
But with you, but with you
I just know I wanna go

We can hop into my ride, driving down the southside
Ir we

[Talkin']
Boosie boo!! Boosie boo, nigga!!
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word,
life story for life story, mane I'm

Unseen World

Skillz

From Where???

1995

definition of the word represent 

(SOUTHSIDE!) The place where I dwell so 
recog-NAS NAS NAS, that _It Ain't Hard to Tell_ 
who's the best, blessed with

2 Real
You can tell
the real
by how the real
interact
Be surprised who inspired how a  homie act
I'm still rising
but still rhyming
Feeling
The odds

front of Angels, it's packed inside
Hopped out and seen light skin passing by
Aww light skin, he all in my light tints
While I parallel park in

as hell (hard as hell)
Precious years wasted off in jail
That's a story that my scars'll tell (ah)
Let me welcome niggas to the terror dome
This

Well gather round people
and I'll tell ye a story,
a story so auld
frae a time long gone by.
It comes frae the highlands
where the wind blows

keep it tucked
Drive by in a semi truck
They not real they pretend they us
I’m turning up I’m lit as fuck
Jungle juice just fill my cup
Got enemies but I

Southside
Automatic weapons all by my side.
Shit ain't been the same
Since the killed my ride.
Over these beats
I spilled my pride
It's my time
Out in these

that I'm gettin dropping them bars in the city, You begging it with me, 

Broken Prodycal Verse:

Back on 1506 Kellogg Street that's MoB Southside in RV,

Like my shit been jack
My last five been hell I'm just
Trying to get that back
I done built one hell of a
Story trying to get that sack
So many nights

They want my spot, but they can't have it
Being from Texas made a young n*gga extravagant
Asshole by nature bumping Ro and Trae classics
Coming from

Food 
You got fooled by the way 
Im scrambling like Vick in the A 
I get cold on a Bit Ice Trae 
Bloody Nose on a Bit Cocaine
Hard it up home run Free

or four blunts off in the ashtray
I'd rather be no other place if you ask me,
They call her by her name
I call her baby soldier
Cuz she know how much to cut

Yo 40 million stories choose one
If you still in need of more to believe then that's your problem
Trynna judge based on outcomes they matter none

Talkin' all bout being my missus
She was never single
I was fit for her description
Took a swing at your mans chest
Whole place sealed up by the feds
You're

Ass hole by nature.. like trae the truth 
Walk in the room you kno im gonn bless the booth 
Who knew.. what this Mexican could do 
Hop on any beat and I

Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used