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rabbits right out of my hat
Chase them down one by one
Where they go well no one knows
Except maybe Joe
be? We was team
I guess we got divided by the cream
Fbi ran in my crib, where I live
Snatched my wife, child welfare took my kids
Yo I can't live, I
daughters and sons
Laying there lifeless in their suits and gowns
Somebody's been keepin' secrets
In this quiet town, they know how to live
Good people
the Bronx the home of fat Joe
We move o's in the x nigga tic tac toe
Got some nigga's in high bridge all about the dough
But my wash ave nigga's they mac
home town a nigga bout to hit the road
Riding in the 6 nigga with my woes
Set her down red bottoms go and kill them hoes
Ferragamo bitchs Margiella
shout a friendly 'Hi'
When they go passin' by
Who live an' love in my home town!
Ah! These are my kinda people!
live so geeky
Did just what you taught us, kept peace, no drama
Phoned home to the moon, did you change your number?
If and when you get this message,
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I was born and raised
In a town I still call my home
My friends have come and gone
But those memories live on
Those memories last forever
I remember
walkin' on the Jackson Square back down there
Jewel of the south cross my heart, shut my mouth
Come the mornin', I'll be home in the sweet Delta dawn
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I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
East 14th
Roddy
move somethin' like a boss
Cool nigga wipe me off
And you could too since a lil' nigga asked the part
Back then in Kimberly Homes where I lived
I was
I'm from the northern side of town
I live a life of luxury and ease
I'm from the northern side of town
I do whatever I wish and when I please
Now
samples early mornin', givin' handouts
Got a spot at Marshall town, we trapped it 'til we ran out
These diamonds come from pressure, nigga
Sometimes, I
it until it get back right then I'll Joe some
Jackson keep five bitches with me slime talk
Swinging his pole but he missed playing blind golf
223's
before you bleed
You play the game and lose it all again
So take another chance on me, on me yeah
Sands gone to town, leave home with nothing better
Sands
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hit my plug from cali it touch down on sum Bo Jackson Shit
Yea yea
Yeah bitch aint no point in stoppin it
Her pussy I been
around they bulldozing
I'm seeing what they seeing Luol Deng, and I'm a own it
Rolling undercover like the Spook right by the doorway
Always, all day
I'm
of cro
And that's a good reason to call this home
Every time I go and by my weed I'm like
Dankjewel bredda alstublieft
I started at the bottom work my way
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
bitches in the kitchen, never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please, let me know if he's on your mind
And respect, you'll give me
Ludacris, I live
bitches in the kitchen, never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please, let me know if he's on your mind
And respect, you'll give me
Ludacris, I live
where she was sent by Uncle Sam
She waved from our ships upon the Briny foam
And now they've about quit waving her back here at home
In her own good
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