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a part of that throughout the years
I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
And love to all my niggas that have died out here
In

store because an empty bottle is worth nothing

The things I'll never see
A silver spoon or easy street
If I could stand on my own two feet
And hold

as I
Took my first glimpse
At my new digs: three buckets, one bed
One toilet that was surprisingly
Kind of clean (emphasis on kind of) 
A rusty-ass sink

Yo, I know I ain't buggin' and shit
And yo, O, what up?
Strange, my head sound like
Batman just got poisoned or somethin' by his old lady

dead, dig your grave, get un-twisted
We'll remember the best things and count our blessings

Yes yes, my friends
Welcome to the abyss
They call it that

I need you, it's true
But I'll carry these words to the grave
Cos my pride gets in the way
I take for granted that things never change
As I see you

blunts
Clean my hairs wit the stories of
The niggas that the streets feared
Brush my teeth wit corruption
The comet is coming
The projects is crumbling

Paystyle

Too Short

Paystyle [Cassette Single]

1995

Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin' like your name is Water
But I'm ten years older

of the broken dreams
single motha's yall my heroes,yall my queens
to get my moms out the hood,that's my hope an' dreams
to raise my son to be a soldier by any

It's over so quickly that
I'm looking back already
Just a flash though over my shoulder
Look at me now, so much older
My heart's hardly beating, so

Thought it'll be ugly
I guess I just lay in the
Grave that you dug me
Cause it burns my soul everytime
That you touch me

Why is it always have to be
Me

be in the grave by now but I'm
breathing They am tryna lock me in the cage, they don't
wanna see me eat the cake They want me locked up in mistakes but

Couple clean jars strike anywheres
If you're coming, bring fuel
Map of the stars any canned food
Maybe more gauze

See? I got a rope a camping knife with

showed respect, always kept it real and walked in peace
My face is clean in Miami, North, South, West, East
Mr. Guess Who’s Back, but some things have

Mr. President

Bushwick Bill

Phantom of the Rapra

1995

Or look across from your side of the world to my side
That what you have failed to realize
Is that you've put me in projects
I realize it was an experiment

from the jump
Since a youngin' I been on my own side
I see them change every month
But I kept it real on my own side
Started off with nothing but a lil

control, haters kept at bay
Keep going never stop
3 2 1 let's make it pop
Dark and light I will survive
My story told I'm kept alive
Swing and dance, that's

sure they don't know you getting paid
Swear to God, the truth
Just might put that on my daddy's grave

To be as strong as two
You know it's by guns

All those who choose to ride I kept right by my side
Them haters want to see me dead or facing felonies
Can’t stand to see a young nigga go out and live

To the Left

Crucial Conflict

The Final Tic

1996

square,So there ,when I ride I pass my wea-pon,
Who-Ever want to go to war, better come fully equipped
When I grip my clip that's it, I'm on some gangbangin

Your price to pay
Your family reign
Has reached its day
My life is mine
But they sold yours
A family secret kept behind doors
That one day I shall rise

leave a stain
What's the world of the money and the fame? Where to go when there's nothing left to gain
All I see is the dark and the grave All the fumes

controlled by this substance// The loneliness, having a home is what I mostly miss/ My only wish, is that I never sold my soul to opiates// I gave away my

of their gist of a lie 

See I was meant being of something great 

And this ball and chain is only tipping my strength 

I'll come ripping the gates