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My heart bumping to the beat
Bleeding through the night
I'm reminiscing when I write
With a clear picture
Ghetto poetry,what's the meaning
It's a way

yes
They wonder what's next, I head out the curve
I give 'em my word, I give you my word (yes)
Yeah, slatt, on top of index (index)
Start

Ruggedness

Dilated Peoples

Bomb Worldwide

1997

your start date 
The stage is getting flooded and your ass is shark bait 
'Cause you're bleeding 
You are transmitting but I'm not receiving 
I used

em bleeding under covers
Black gloves on the black mag if I aim it you I'm

I'll Bussem you know I'll Bussem you know I'll buss you know I'll Bussem

and fucked a stupid bitch
Dib dab on em get outta line got a couple on the ave for em
Pussy boy bleeding I ain't got a rag for him
I got a couple tie wraps

on the daily
And I've been watching you fly around
Such a cute little birdy
Yeah
I point my thumb out
My index and my pinky
I raise it to the sky to let you know

Bitch I’m gone
I'm going ghost 
Like Danny phantom 
I throw up the dos

Peace signs minus the index 
I’m the pilot of flows
Twin jets I’m two fly I

of mine
Taught me, play the game for to see
These bitches (Shiesty)
Call you "Pooh"
And leave you bleeding
We arguing and fighting
Then i'm fucking you

flaws 
We use to have our own rhythm 
Just smooth like a villain baby
I miss the old days 
Go back to our old old ways

Bleeding love 
Who gone have us if

that's a hot streak
When the best in the h-index comes next 
To the next best, it's the peak of success

With the rest back low, that's a fresh plateau
But

index to my lows
These bitches can't get enough of me
They with they Luther Vandross
And I ain't no washer and dryer
But I'm quick to spin hoes
I need

statistic
On the misery index
(I know that I am nothing)
"I'm better off dead, no doubt about that"
I'm a lone wolf bleeding out the pack
And I'm down an eye

the red in the red
Pockets in the red in the red in the red
Profits in the red
The day started off right now it's turning left
Somebody stop the bleeding

feed these kit-kats I gotta get home its the 29 Flow,

Don't even ask bout these eediats,
im beefing their mums less breeding,
Them eediats bleeding

till
Your neighbors are bitchin'
It's Slim Pickins coming with
The Peter Sparker
Fucking up a beat till it's
Gonna need a doctor leave it bleeding

See them lurking with canes in their hands
Sneaking over your shoulder, surveillance expands
Index fingers that wave in the air
Are enticing