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From the womb to the world
From the world to the grave
From the grave to the heavens and my spirit
From the liquor to the drugs
To the police
(We got another one)
If I gas one you know I’m fucking the other (On the other)
When I smash one, ain’t no way that I am cuffing her (I ain’t cuffin’
To the n***** who done lost a Homie, got caught by the police, Done sipped you some codeine
You come from the ground, done Sold you some loud
Don't lose yourself
facing no jury
Fuck the police fuck the system
The government don't help nobody
No love in the streets
No love in elderly homes
I went toe to toe with em
on foot
By the lack of wheels
We aim to keep it real and
Hell no we ain't never missing
Came a long way from eating
When government gave permission
If you
the ghetto watch the helicopters
Instead of rappers and models
We need hella doctors
Hella lawyers police and
We need hella judges
Nobody will fall cause we
that's in your hands its more about the common man You took your time and paved the way making room for other man to play a grip of bodies a mess of minds
you dope, they jones
So I keep my poems gutter
I speak clearly into mics
And I don't stutter
These other clowns talk loud and
They won't shut up
I have
day of school came
I thought I could get over, I tried to play sick
But my mom said, "No, no way, uh-uh, forget it"
There was nothing I could do, I
No Limit, yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you, my nigga Silkk
The Shocker, Snoop D,O double G,why, D,O double G, beats by the pizound,
for her nigga
Lemme come thorugh, hit the stash, and walk up by the nigga
I can't see no other bitch for the B.G.
But a hot girl fo sho call her
What do they want from me ?
I'm ice cube talkin all about the Benjamin's
Ain't stopping til I get my dividends
This new rap is trash(blue face, 69)
Michael Jackson
Don’t talk back i smack straight facts then yeah
No stopping
On god they be callin Verstappen
South Delhi can’t you tell by the accent
(Shout out DiGi Prada, yeah)
New Glock's and xd's
We ain't shooting 'til we test these
And we ain't stopping 'til we catch three
Hit his crib
Look, I can tell what you on
Look into your eyes, tell what you want
Tell me that you miss me by the things you post
Wishing I was there, it's been
have turned to eating on each others chochas
I rose up in the west but I've settled on the east
Now coast to coast they've diagnosed that Mike's
painlessly by the way.
You are crazy!
I don't decide anything Everyone chooses to earn points by himself.
But you kill them!
I don't it's all machines, really.
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
better look the other way, huh, 'fore I put him on a chase
Damn, this lil' white boy laced
He 'bout to make us catch another case
You don't wanna be in
a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get
me up a fat ass J
And livin' indo high
Can I keep my freedom
At least give me that
For any other come I had to use a fuckin strap
To get what I
me up a fat ass J
And livin' indo high
Can I keep my freedom
At least give me that
For any other come I had to use a fuckin strap
To get what I
gonna give you a lot of hope
You’re gonna go where you wanna go'
I’m gonna live my way you
Won’t be stopping me (woah, woah, woah)
It’s my life! (it is my
known that I gotta Police record
Bitch, I love controversy
There ain't no way that your verse can hurt me
Dirty words can only make nerds convert me
Into
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