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looking at me like son I ain't judging you
For discovering the truth about the USA
Doing everything they can to keep us brown skin in a nigga place
They

I really be popping my shit they must thought I was playing by now they know that nigga serious
This shit ain't nothing new to me
Bitches the jewelry

quicker than with tyres by Michelin
Heart beat quickening
Full tote technique, no half assed lyricing
Paint the town red til the bar staff sick of him,

Living Nightmares
Can’t Go 
Night Night,
Get Blindsided 
By The Spotlight,
Feelings Change
Over Money,
If You Feel 
With Your Mind,
(Where Ya Heart?)
You

Trife Life

Mobb Deep

The Infamous

1995

It's just another day, drowning my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call from this brown skin shorty
She asked me where's my crew at, said

side cuz they all dispurse
Everytime I step forward it's like I reversed
They say "gimme Whatcha Got"
So I hit it like I'm Chris Brown
Wiped away my

shit's a takedown
The sunday morning sesh, ain't no time to wake
I make these kids do the running man to they next class
Big brain method, make your shorty

fans no Chris brown but u feel the breeze
I'm just laying down the 'cards'
Just watch it go 'flash' the screen
How can g'nie be a king he supposed to be

heart
Went from walking in the park
Just to fuckin in the car
Feeling like Chris brown
Yeah I gotta new flame
Even thought about changing yo last Name

“pit” 
You see the sweat coming down when the bit toppin it “lick” 
I’ll never surrender nigga 

You gotta take me down but I ain’t Chris brown nigga

my ass to hell sayin'
Oh oh oh
On my way down singing
Oh oh ohh
Bitch you know I'm tryna pace it
Like Chris Brown I think I'll call you new flame oh
I

comparing me
It ain't no fear in my heart ain't like you scaring me
I tried to tell ya don't push me feel like you daring me
I see yo insecurities and it's

a fuccin' dear
Not mortal kombat but i told her bring her ass her
Jus pulled a chris brown on my bitch
Get her outta here
Been eating so much pussy
How

yo hair Chris Brown, if you try to pull a Ricky
I'ma keep on claimin' son's till I got one in every city
I had popped a Tesla on the hound bus a money

now
A couple marbles ain't been found
A couple screws been screwed around
My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound
The system

shit too easy
Checks comin' all year round like the four seasons

You ain't got too much for me, I'll leave you by your lonely
Pretty brown from Atlanta,

But somebody new isn't you
And that is just something that I
Cannot bring myself to do
I know I messed it up by being myself again
But this ain't how

on the stove
Put two bullets straight in yo dome
Old school still got the flip phone
Right now my money short, clip long
Come out the mud no Chris Brown
Not

of the class acting a clown
Look at me
Dancing to the money like Chris Brown
All i gotta do is Busta Rhyme they gather 'round
Word Weezy 'cause the f means i

thing to me a ring with a big rock in it like I live under a rock

Music wave flows in my body makes me wanna dance like Chris Brown
Put down the brownies

cause I got guap now
Pulling up on my lil baby she tryna get freaky on Friday no Chris Brown
Water, water, water, so much on my neck I think that I might

a million dollar brain, but I’m so bothered 

I work for Minimum wage, this shit is so awkward 

I’m tired of reaching out to labels and get no offers 

Fuck

that she had caught feelings, I almost shot Cupid
She gave me that dumb brain, yeah, she kinda stupid
Credit card, it got a heavy punch, it's a hadouken

bitch down
Them bullets hit his body
Got him dancin' like he Chris Brown

50 cal, let that 50 bow
Love how that bitch sound
We circle blocks like