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I owe you so much more than my pain
I owe you so much more than my past
You deserve it all
You deserve it all
You deserve it all
I owe you so much

really believe you can learn to repent
But I'm not heaven sent
Take my word by the gram
You can even stand while ya holding ya pants
I be like Jackie Chan

like Hitachi 
my hood chick, still impressed by hibachi 
I'm way too attached to the bands mariachi 
Maraschino cherry red chinos Moschino machismo 
I

you if I know you envy me
Envy make best friends turn into worst enemy
Doing all that hating don't get you no sympathy
When I speak all my words sound

the cross-over, Kyrie
Go too fast for you speeding on I-90
Five that's the Turnpike need no ID, I be
Jersey in the veins like an IV
Ain't from the hood
But want

with some background sound
I'm not from the hood but I sure feel as if I'm underwater
Rappers got me gasping for air, gasp, cause this shit is

Hook-
I take a look around
after the smoke fades
I see no one
I stayed around
through the cold days
they didn't wanna see me on
through my broke days

where the bass at 

I heard DaVinci be spinnin' blocks with a vengeance 
Rocks in my teeth I got this shit put in by the dentist 
You went and started

fuck my hood
i couldn't snitch, shit i was saved
unless i was willing to pay
that's why i wasn't willing to stay
i could do bad by myself
i ain't even

Life has been a freakin mess, since I was a little shorty, by the time that I was fifthteen I had 2 have a forty.
Smokin reefa popin pills was my

getting busy is
Bar for bars, rappers were all subpar
My shit was awesome bodies with no regard
They ain’t care about spitters when
I was starting to pop
I

up you know we steaming up the space
With this hot, sexy love making by the window panes
With my face against the wall breathing heavy just in case

I

through or go round
Get money gz up hoes down
How the hell they talking with no sound
I can’t hear your words but I can hear my verse and my verse the truth

Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same

through the red lights finding my way

And I don't know if I'm wrong or right
No matter what I'm still taking my time
I been blinded by the hi-beam head

that we neighbors, throw up your muthafuckin' hood!

(Chorus)
Would you be my
Could you be my
Won't you be my
Ghetto neighbor
Would you be my
Could you

ain't phased
She was my reality check cuz we the same age
I mean
She put on a show that you CANT STAGE!
She made the shit sound effortless
I was damn near

But your mama said "Be home by nine!"
Claim you a dealer my n***a you bluffing 
Most of these n****s they ain't saying nothing
Then when they talking

My opps are tryin' to plop
But they will never win
I'm behind the cross and you
Will never find me i'm on a mountaintop
I'm 20 steps ahead of them

ain't punk
And despite what you hear in this it ain't funk
This a cult life where you under the spell of my sound
No rock or classification

Aunt Jackie

DJ Swing

Next Anthem: The Exclusive Party Mix of Blazin Hip Hop and R&B

2008

Got The Feeling When I'm Chilling With My Aunt Jackie 
The Type Of Music When You Use To Make Your Aunt Happy 
The Type Of Sound These Young Ins Don't

minutes
Walk in the room with your panties off and it's throbbing wet
Wanting this dick while I talk my shit about to die in that cat
Warming up with some

I'm still trying to see what my victory speech will sound like
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm workin' on it
Uh, uh huh, I birthed you niggas
You

gotta paid this shiid all in advance
I hate when the government is all in my bag
Well Too many questions how I'm getting stacks
My bad
I don't play by