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of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
meat
They want it every day
Not to mention di week
Woy
Say Reggae Music run di world
Me respect dat
Cuz every time we touch the mic
Dem
and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene
With their red lights flashin' in a hot
of tyrants and violence,
I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But murders go down, you know they
a revolver, a .9
A MAC-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine
And that's a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time
'Cause (I'm) Shady, they call
and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene
With their red lights flashin' in a hot
the world
When we use our asses in the way
That Nicki has been using her ass
When they are not the accent in a
Video but the point of it
And most of all,
gettin' paid like he
Never did a day
Hit the streets, nigga still in the same place they were
Before we went in the chain gang,
And doin' the same thing
making money, staying true, and still in it
some say we dealers, they call us killas
who we be
TRU niggaz
some say we dealers, they
by grief
wear a wrief, and my grave reading rest in peace
How can the whole world hate me and turn they back?
Cause I'ma TRU motherfucker, any nigga
Sippin' Triple Sec out the bottle
Catch me whippin' in the fuckin' s-
(Fuck it, I fucked it, right on the last line)
(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)
and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene
With their red lights flashin' in a hot
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
don't get put in a blunt
You can diss all you want, still won't get a response
It's still free the gang 'til they get out the joint (free 'em)
Stop
'bout no recession
Still get one jail call from Boogie
Judge game him 20 years straight, it moved me
CPS murder in the dock like Rupert
'Cah lil' bro
they want that
Mula, mula we got, we got yea, pull up, step out, I'm fly, you not yeah
Hoes telling everything comes with therapy, in my good side
a C-section
The streets'll talk but it was you that I would keep protectin'
Despite how I try it with you, there was a deep infection
(We used to be good
to change 'cause it's a cycle
Plus nobody knows, the evil that they might do
Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K Kastro
Big Malc, Hussein, call them Outlawz
Tellin'
Hannibal
But when the blackout came, no lights for your candles
So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade
And I'ma call it like I see it
I threw the clips in the Mac
Start lettin' off frustration
It's better than incarceration any day
We gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin', call it
hangin' out all night while drinkin' straight liquor
I heard it's poppin' at a club
But they say I can't get in
'Cause I'm dressed like a thug, until I
Understand pure motherfuckin' man
On my side of the world it's lo-lo's and jheri curls
Smokin water by the pearl, runnin' the street wit' double earl's
I did
girls lay side by side.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
Someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
Run before the killers go free
open and barf in it
I'll cum in your moms box and
Let my cock spar with it
Put something hard in it, go hard in it
Then pull out then stick my whole arm
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