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Right here, don't fight fair, what I write, yeah
Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair
I been where you tryna be, I'm already
even if I died last I’d be survived by nothing but class
They knew my vision was the future From way back in da past I left them to laugh and hate while
Cloud Nine
Eddie: And every man, every man is free
Temptations: Cloud nine
Dennis: You're a million miles from reality
Paul: Reality
Temptations: I
from out of bounds
West Coast, they mail it out by the pounds (the biggest)
Kent Jones, my nigga, gon' get his crown (gon' get this crown)
Big Combs,
on that Crazy Eddie
Niggas coming back from the Funhouse dusted
Throwing bubbles on the wall
We must remind you
Where this rap come from
Yes my
get shot and the streets ain't safe
Praying that my nigga gon' beat his case
Life ain't fair but it be that way
Don't you love the way the hi-hats kiss
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
grew up with them crack babies
But now they
MUMBLE RAP
Baby
Someone call the fat lady
Can't you see
The TOTAL
Score
Refugee vocals
I grow it local
But my
on
KID from the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One
went to college, Bo Leg & Gator Maine was my professor
Now you bet not come half-stepping, who told you that
He from West Dallas, like he Pistol or Chuck
for it
But today try playing on some street curb,
Singin' the news in everyday words
The people pass by, the laughin' is heard
Or else they hit you
foams on
She talking bout she was calling stupid bitch I turned my phone off
Shoulda hit the burner jack
Side where the burner at
Though the streets was
me
Promise me you'll never leave me
Even though my daddy, you know he blacker than the street
With a fist to match, more solid than concrete
Tell
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
contrast so it's layers to my writin'
God fearin', but I'm Guy Fisher
Yeah, God hearin', but I'm gone fishin'
I'm an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys
some money
To feed my daughter
That's right, cause I'm from
Newark, New Jersey
A city where we can't even drink our water
While you was livin' your dream
real, we really get it how we live
We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills
Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them
Bitch I'm from Dade
my son and my daughter
[1] - if you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would
on my set, ya gotta walk light, talk like
We done shot out all the street lights
So you can't see who we be like
And we like, to dress in all black up
on my set, ya gotta walk light, talk like
We done shot out all the street lights
So you can't see who we be like
And we like, to dress in all black up
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County
Ay!
where are we eating?
I'm moving to Playboy
The publisher called me
I'm doing a rewrite
My parents are coming
I saw My Fair Lady
I
Street nigga don't abide by the law
Keep it on me they don't play fair
Tell a pussy nigga take care
Aye long live vell man that's my dog that's my brother
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