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know, but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi (shit, that's the clique we beefin' with)
Man, (I swear) and I was on my way there
then we snuk upstairs
Step by step with a hint of fear
We got into my room, bitch started to scream
Momma busted in with a fucked up scene
Shirt
with a fist of iron
And killed him instantly
All the press surrounded Amanda
Coming down the courthouse steps
Pleading for her young man's life
him my name with police suspicion
I said ice cream tee was the title I was given
SWP the name of the hood I live in
So we jumped in the ride hit the 95
know, but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi (shit, that's the clique we beefin' with)
Man, (I swear) and I was on my way there
playin
Man, my posse is large, get what I'm sayin?
You met the whole crew and you know who I am
And if you wanna be down with us, follow the program
Come
on a sexy young hottie
I said to my man, ?Yo?, watch me work?
Looked myself over quick before I started to flirt
I said, ?Yo?, sweetheart, no need for
been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin'
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin'
Down the steps
Abandoned broken
rich with no cash on the bigger label
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40
Mac Mall,
step into millennium
The name of this one is Judgement Day
No more B.S., can't come out and play
Don't blame me, blame society
Type of chemistry
Devil in a dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I have her wet by 12 o' clock, then 3 o' clock she wet again
I'm screaming Oh
Hazordus no you don't like lazarus
Just black baby
Where my soul be at
Star spelled backwards is rats
Let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with
up
Jehovah Jireh more than enough
I praise His Name on the regular
I can call him up with no cellular
Order my steps he is the editor
on that Ministry
Yow Delly (eeeh)
Ah bare riffle dem dong a get kick wid
(long time)
Worse mi go get ah new ting from liquid (wha)
Mi have a 12 gauge wey name chesta
of the State
All your steps have been planned
This research has no end
Human life is a template forced by the elite
You're victim of social programming
exactly, that's-a seventy plus 28
Seven times 15, man alive
That's seventy plus 35, 105!
Man, this stuff is simple, no jive!
You got it, and I gotta fly
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Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones
step together, no man walks alone
No matter what, they can't stop us
They ain't doin' us just 'cause, when it's just us
Any
step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard
Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man young Carter
of the Starship TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
I do the showdown with any little ho round, no!
I wanna know who you're believing, through your funny reasons
Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm
been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin'
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin'
Down the steps
Abandoned broken
boat
But with God as my navigator I'll be staying afloat
And I admit to being caught by many foolish distractions
Then I'm forced to pay the price
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
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