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Stream
Beat: The Soul Beat “Walking By the River”
Producer: DJ Static
Verse 1 
Interlude


I was born with the umbilical cord round my throat 
Like

phases,
I cry cause I can’t sit right by to side and say you crazy,
For all the laughs we had because it’s facts that it was daily, 
Forever I’m yo baby

Came from a God
Introduced by the Womb of a Queen
That made me a prince
So I inherit the name of a King

Therefore I am great
A threat to society

A rider 4real
I got more hustles than homies so I get doe by my lonely
I lost some cousins to thuggin thats why I keep that shit on me
So fuck it Im bustin

A rider 4real
I got more hustles than homies so I get doe by my lonely
I lost some cousins to thuggin thats why I keep that shit on me
So fuck it Im bustin

Let's just go set the standards
I move with reckless abandon
I done did some ugly shit but them bitches say that I'm handsome
My baby momma can tell

no handouts
Naw grind hard
They laugh behind my back
You gone see it all plan out
Just watch out
Yea I'm
Deaf and proud say "Deaf Love"
Been thru bad

bitch at the store, naw I ain't stressin' bout ah hoe
Baby mama playin' games, I had to leave that bitch alone
On, bro, I could've fucked her friends,

blowin

Everywhere I go, I got that marijuana
When my crew roll by we got that skunky odor
Don't be shy it's alright baby lemme put this kush up on ya

Visions of a Silent One

Mr. Pookie

Tha Rippla

1999

pressure's on my back wit a tree
Damn I gotta hit a lick (Naw you need to hit that weed)
Stressin me is a baby momma gripin and cryin
Man I hope she ain't lyin

don't really mean 
I stick by your side cuz you are my lady, your are my baby 
But girl you make you wanna tear the doors off 

Girl you make me wanna

Now you know that you dead wrong/
Tryin' to get rid of me by killin' me, cause your baby mama feelin' me. Naw motha fucka get gone/
I ain't got no time

down
Booted up on my side of town 
I’m out here movin them sticks 
No games play but I run and I rip 
Naw not on dat losing shit

Winning feel natural it

baby
Under your skin is what you wanted
But a nigga caught ghost and now ya bodys feeling haunted by me
Dressed in blue just like a bonnet
But I couldn't

I Want You Back

Joe Budden

Mood Music: Very Worst of Joe Budden

2006

here come the cops again
She threw my clothes up out the window
And I end up in the building on the cot again
Naw not again
I see that she's my baby

a shattered screen (with a shattered screen)
Got on a black leather skirt, black bra, black Maybelline (black Maybelline)
And you tease me by showing off your

ran Bouchet, ain't fuck with Powell
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Actin' East headed for the rap, damn near

I had some beef in May, but they was dead by June
Old rappers ain't nuthin' but old rappers
They be like "Waddup Ruger, I don't even know these

Fine Line

Saukrates

The Underground Tapes

1999

or is we heaven bound?
I bomb the target without a sound
Ain't nobody left around to hear it
Sipping fine wine and spirits on summer days
By the South

baby this a different sauce
I know this drip right here way better then your last one
Bitch, I'm better then your last one
Got my top button up, you want

for me
Have her gun by her side with me
Late nights she would slide with me
Bonnie Clyde she would die for me
And if she came up on some money she would

don't need the problems anyway 
Ima throw the whole nigga away 

Verse : 
Man These Niggas be for everybody,
But see I ain't everybody 
Baby ain't no need

brain
Yo imma refocus my aim
I done made a mess now
Baby gone and clean up your face
Hurry I don't wanna be late
Naw that's just an excuse so we can pick

Frontin on yo man 
when ya "b-tch" walk by
What's up, baby
Can I get a maybe
Katt said you need self-esteem, young lady
So get yo ass out the closet