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War Witcha Homeboy

Young Buck

Case Dismissed

2006

homeboi feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
Stay focused

whispers from
The mouth of the river
To say yeah the city could be great one day
But the first step is getting
Out of our own way
I've been to bigger cities

studied rap albums, that’s all I’ve done
Now I produce and rap, proving I ain’t dumb
But I do it to show the show the world it ain’t impossible
For a rapper

me on lock
While the safest of bets, ain't after it
Baking this game, I batter it up
And even it out again
Like I am finishing up my second album
It's

a ghost writing
Tension goes up, I'm always saying it's our last session
We're playing this by playin' me
People hate me, people hate me
Longer problem,

large medallions
We had no fathers, we’d resort to violence
We were taught bravado from our Onyx albums

Hip-hop, to the core
I’d bop to The score
Rap

afford one 
I'll buy a condo with some extensions

Who would've thought that we'd have our show
That we would drop three albums in a row
Have our own merch

own 

I stayed on public housing our AC aint work in the middle of the summer
And aint nothing in the refrigerator ima go make a plate from something 
I

This the last one that I'm putting out
I'm stuck within as our crowd
Surrounded by a school of fish
Swimming all around in circles
No I am not tryna

letter word
Not G.O.A.T, that title got to be conferred
I'm so damn intelligent, I make my own verbs
I write my own lines and I do it undisturbed
I called

the shark eaten by the little fish?
That's how we move
We don't give a fuck bout way of things
Weight up life and death
Our balance scale is broken
That's why

is a reflection of his own age, but our protagonist is living the past
I miss knowing the end of the story while knowing how it goes
I wish I could

spins there?
The first thing they say is
New York spinning it there
We don’t support our own
Records ain’t hot enough
Towards the artists with the budgets

let’s see, if we try out another method 
Instead of wasting our time, all our money and lots of effort 
Proof read everything you type, every time that

cuz the soul never forgets
Let's travel back in time looking through our photo albums
cs we sit and reminisce on all the memories we captured
You know

believe in fate
I think most times we choose our own way
But there are times too when you gotta say screw it
And let the river take you wherever it do
It's

and a motherfuckin' happy home
But shit we not alone, we gotta build our own
We gotta keep it pushin', set an example for lil' bro
Everybody lookin', put the stupid

making bread off these raps cause you know I'm getting right
Cause I, have my partner and my vision by my side
Even though I always make it to the mind

drop the tape I'll start my own kind of crisis
Hit up every studio when I get my license

I had to make hell a sacrifices
Dropped out of school just

hope you relate
Someone once told me that it’s us that control our own fate
I don’t know shit about that but hey I’ll tell you I’m straight
Life’s taught

And our
Armor shines gold, got no albums sold, it's just me and
Da Kurlzz, were taking over the WORLD!! And The Servers got a
mind like a Caesar, he writes

Can We Go Back To Bed?

Bazzi

Soul Searching

Can we go back to bed? Sleep a little longer
Voices in our heads, drowned out in the thunder
Can we go back to bed? 'Cause I'm not ready to wake up

If you made it this far on the album
I appreciate your time, I appreciate your energy
I hope you listened to these songs sincerely and felt that shit

the past couple months were an intense test
But I'm ready to put family court to rest, and get these albums pressed
So if your tired of screwing your own