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to hold their ground
Then the young girl cried you cowards but the Lynch mob searched ahead
Dragged young Billy from that jail and soon the kid was dead
of Stockton 
I''m weighing in at two -o -one 
But there's a man in the front row 
Sent down by the mob with a gun. 

For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm
love you less
I wanna be crushed by your sweet caress
What's the fuckin' difference
We all gonna die
You gonna do something kid?
Oh come on give it
love you less
I wanna be crushed by your sweet caress
What's the fuckin' difference
We all gonna die
You gonna do something kid?
Oh come on give it
For a lifetime of mem'ries some happy some sad
Two for a dollar the price sure ain't bad

No bids for the carriage rottin' out by the shed
The one that
[Toxic]
Saw a little motherfucker and why'all was ready to bend
Left the mob for something petty but then fetti got thin
Now you back where you
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
)Inner city strugglin', motherfuckin' rat race
Condemned pressure cooker, that explodes in your face
Another neighborhood gets destroyed by
less.

It's a tale of increasing woe
You know how the story goes
Hard Luck Kid has us all asking, why?
Once a shine in your mother's eyes
Failed attempts
In the garden where he was cast out by the Lord
Flames an omni-directional sword
For he as ever failed to gather up the fruit
And thus was
ADMoney]
I'm from Brooklyn baby respected by all
You can tell my freegin' style from the writin' on the wall
It's all about the kid in the tattoo parlor
Gets
Leave you wet like the rain y'all drop
I'm gon' rock and I ain't gon' stop, nigga

Who's the kid spittin' flames
Changin' the game
His name, its wiz
the mother of my kid's that I took around the world
Disagreements having scuffles when you share upon
You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond
If
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
Surrounded by girls with a licence to kill

He can walk with a swing and he talks so cool
He knows what he does, hangin' out by schools
He's after the babes
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
an album, get classes

(Chorus)

(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
But I ran away to the High Sierra
Where I could live free and alone

And folks said, ?he's just another wild kid
He?ll grow out of it in time?
But they
your brain on pot
Leave you wet like the rain y'all drop
I'm gon' rock and I ain't gon' stop, nigga

[Chorus]
Who's the kid spittin' flames
[big ed]
Chorus
We some mob niggas
Bust your ass out your hilfigers
No limit mercenary killers
We some thug niggas
We some tru niggas
What you wanna
You lived the life; never offend any; played by the rules
Struck the right chords; never was out of tune
Sacrificed every second for his kids
"easy back it up"
Yeah yeah yeah the Reel to Reel
"easy back it up"
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, Alamo
"easy back it up"
Kid Capri flippin shit
on the concrete in the moonlight

Powerful supply got that powder from the sky
I could always get it where you want it by tonight
Love the fluffy but I take it
and roughnecks 
In these, dark streets (yo yo), my Squad creep 
Mob deep, discharge thee and leave him on the concrete 
By the light I got chicks that sound
and do shit that's better than new shit
Fit for two clips
The kid is a nuisance
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music
And the Blueprint

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