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on the Grey Hound for the first time
Said goodbye to my family for what I thought might be the last time
Three days later I'm downtown for the first time

really bored

I still remember you
Looking right through me
Drifting day by day and
Breaking all my trust
But maybe you were right
I was a real waste

capable of withstanding my
Lyrical bullets which go straight through you
And make you bleed to
Death your ancestors were slaves i
Am known for creating

and it's driving me crazy
Wake up late-night thinking bout my baby
We can get married, I'll plan the wedding
Be ready by seven, let's do it tonight
I'll

9mm Goes Bang

Boogie Down Productions

Criminal Minded [Bonus Track]

1987

a crack dealer by the name of peter
Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter
He said I had his girl, I said "now what are you? stupid?"
But he tried

(Pause)
Can you handle the stress?
My chest bullet proof vest,
Knuckles brass, Whoopin' ass, SHOTO-Kan Karate___
Took ya stash, Now I'm Flash, Veyron

both kids got 302'd
Was waiting for my mom up in his room
Had this feeling in my gut like the world was doomed
A black poster with a red S hung over his

you lay down by my side
Woah-woah
It's the first time

It's the last time
You'll be alone
I'm there for you
I'll walk this earth
I'll see this through
I

The Lord My Soul to keep.
May The Father guard Me through the night,
And wake Me with The New Day Light.
Now I lay Me down to sleep,
I pray The Lord My Soul

Make em run the track though, Usaine
Did it to my last hoe , okay
Why she coming back tho, no way
Choppa Michael Jackson, it sings
Bullets steady

I
How I was like a little kid with a cutout valentine
I wore that heart upon my sleeve
I thought it was for all time

And I remember all too well

an audience to a show is a task out of sight
Why would anyone pay 7 quid to see my show standing on a beer-flooded floor
When they can see me for free the next

Daughter crying babymomma trying to take her home...
Sounds that never left my soul
Bullets whizzing by my ear. I was barely grown...
Sounds that

Brang Yo Azz Outdoz

Ying Yang Twins

Thug Walkin'

I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown
can't even holla with something, see I done lived it now
These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I don't

Hey, i thought i told you motherfuckers.

Not everyones made for the streets that is why,
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by.

Homie i was

Seven days a week ain’t no Monday and Tuesday
Bitch Im getting horny ain’t got nothing to do aye 
Grab her by the cheeks and imma beat it like MJ

Wake up

I wake up every morning around seven or eight
And I think to myself, another day of life oh great
And by 11:45 I'm starting to drag
So every day for

on to you all day
Change that to forever and a day
That's my purview
Travel in my thoughts cycling my headspace
Taking off your shoes prepping for a leg

shaped you?
Do you fear being shaken by the shoulders like an etch a sketch
Being mugged for your memories? I do
They are my first most prized possession

kill more
And these stupid niggas still slow
You still slow for real though
What you hear for?
Ain't trying to hear nothing till
A bullet hit his earlobe

drop of the 8
Till I can’t see straight sleep it off next day
Back at it can’t change better stay in your lane
Have my dog put a bullet to your brain
Ya

yeah, whoa
And I'm the don 'cause the streets said it

Yeah
And I got pressure on me
Seven days a week, it's game seven on me
Life'll test you out,

stolen
I feel the omen
Something in my body that my spirit is controlling
Hoping for another day or a happy moment
Trying to control myself before my life

An angel said he seen me fry ducking bullets
I promise I couldn't stop the work
My niggas have put in
Your brains is banana pudding
I'm looking for trouble,