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C.J. Watson

Charles "C. J." Akeem Watson Jr. (born April 17, 1984) is an American former professional basketball player. He played college basketball for the University of Tennessee. more »

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Every since I was ten years old, I just wanted to kill Ray
If I ever see that muthafucka again I swear he'll be sorry
Every since I was ten years old, I just wanted to kill Ray
I never forgave pissing on his grave have a party

I was just a youngin' about ten years old
The streets were hot in Portland but the nights were so cold
Two years earlier I had to learn to wash my clothes
My Momma working late so I was up on the stove
Not that crack cooking what I could find in the cabinet
Pork and beans government cheese and syrup sandwiches
A pro at survival, this shit ain't for amateurs
Poor black in America I'm angry and the damage comes
The man of the house and I can't reach the top shelf
How can I be a man when I ain't seen one myself
I hold this shit down I'm too grown for the belt
Me and Mom's we a team we don't need nobody else
But Mommas human and she needs love too
A man to help with these bills and raise her son too
Chest out, sizing you up nigga, who is you
My Momma is happy I love her so I'm happy for her too love you Momma

Every since I was ten years old, I just wanted to kill Ray
If I ever see that muthafucka again I swear he'll be sorry
Every since I was ten years old, I just wanted to kill Ray
I never forgave pissing on his grave have a party

So this nigga six four maybe three hundred pounds
And here I am, ten years old five feet off the ground
Nuts ain't even dropped yet fear when you came in town
Momma said its because he ain't used to having a man around
This nigga drank the Kool-Aid ate up all my cereal
Plus he ain't got no job nah ma this nigga gotta go
He got pictures next to the TV, curio
If I could drive leave his ass in the desert imperial
The first verse told you momma working late
Sixteen hours driving the bus for the minimum wage
Living here in his draws don't know his fast name
Momma out the door, he says, call me Ray
Momma worked 32 from Thursday to Friday
Which means I didn't see her till Saturday
So forty-eight hours he can do whatever wants
So forty-eight hours all I did was go numb

Every since I was ten years old, I just wanted to kill Ray
If I ever see that muthafucka again I swear he'll be sorry
Every since I was ten years old, I just wanted to kill Ray
I never forgave pissing on his grave have a party

So I'm in my bed sleeping Ray came in creepin'
The f*ck you want nigga disturbing my whole evening
Ten years old battling my whole first demon
What the f*ck man why you grabbing my whole penis
The most obscenest egregious I can't believe this
Out of this world man in talking Venus
I can tell that you done did this before
If I said anything, you'll slit my mommy's throat
I believed it, then you stole my Momma's Sonata
Fake identity, bring it back, minyata
You took it for the thrill up to the west hills
Dumped the bodies by the old mill off of a drug deal
I keep it real all I tell is the truth
Ray Lewis hiding white suites you a bitch like Ray Caruth
If feds listening I don't snitch I got the proof
It was Ray - and the whole crew

Every since I was ten years old, I just wanted to kill Ray
If I ever see that muthafucka again I swear he'll be sorry
Every since I was ten years old, I just wanted to kill Ray
I never forgave pissing on his grave have a party

I was just a kid muthafucka
10 years old 5th grade
If I ever see you again you're a dead muthafucka
Die slow nigga

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