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It’s just like Christmas except your father ain´t drunk 
And your mother ain´t crying
Then she turns around like a fish in a pound
Floating around as if

It's just like Christmas except your father ain´t drunk 
And your mother ain´t crying
Then she turns around like a fish in a pound
Floating around as if

name
Give a fuck about yo badge
This ain't yo jurisdiction
Black cop can't touch the white boy
cause its rules against it
Can't beat em join em
Shiid,

Television nation is setting in motion 
Television nation is the mother of creation

lying, treating, ruling , embroidered  lies
on the dark tissue

sucked so he doubled up, and his anguish turned to rage
Well, he was out there too
Struggling for me and you
The whole country fighting mad

John Junior

No matter what you go through
When you fall they gone lift you and hold you
When you rise they gone build you and mould you
The prayers of a mother

she'd think the world was out to get her
Conveniently succeeding to turn everyone against her

Oh but that night she cried in agony and nobody was

sign and a pants sag
A money toss cause a nine stripper mad dash
A friend request following a hash tag
Now everybody want it like the last laugh

mix with the status too
We've been smokin' weed and gettin' drunk, and mixin' batter too
Fuck all that status, I'm tryna get back the bag with you

[Hook]:Never let a niqqa tell ya who he think he is that shit be mother fucking hyyype/we ‘ont believe’em when they say it’s all facts that shits

the clear night sky
Oh I'm walking from side to side
My shoes cut into my ankles
Cut into my wallet
Cut into my mind

I decide to stop and rest
Against

Look, get to the bag
Get to the satchel
I see your niggas true colors, I'm picking pastles
I paint pictures with words, I got mad stills
And I need

a fetch.
Now I'm the one everybody truly wanna go against? Alright bet
Let's show them why the Khyd truly a threat, to Patrick, to EJ, Ariel, Craig. Not

Outta here
Tell me why you mad at me
I miss getting drunk as hell
Vodka wit the Hennessy
1738
I am on the interstate
Driving wit my breathalyzer

rattle their trunk (Their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

Give me that million

down if he say he can't breathe
It's too many mothers that's grievin'
They killin' us for no reason
Been goin' on for too long to get even
Throw us

Life of a Kid in the Ghetto

Ed O.G

Life of a Kid in the Ghetto

1991

about 8
All of my success is to my mother, god bless her and thanks
For raisin me the right way without the help of my dad
All of the role models I had

This last breed of mad artists that wann' his bars classed as art peice
Thurrock's fuckup brung the ruckus
Plus comeuppance, mother fucker's!
Fuck I'm

the zone with the
Sam gave the keys to the whip
Boy that's a Dehko assist
Boy don't be mad if he yo
Amex unlimited send gifts
To from Tiffany's
This infinity

rattle their trunk (Their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

Give me that million

Metal caresses broken skin
At the arm of a mad man
Slips away with masterplan
Drinkin’ again
Through the neck of a bottle
Alcohol – and – tramadol
A game

Not Dead Yet

Bad Examples

Meat: The Bad Examples

1993

I'm not dead yet - not dead yet
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You'd better get a bigger gun, I'm not dead yet

I been

a king and his mother fucking golden crown
The ones who never knew, how time heals up on you
No longer feeling blue, left behind the rear view
Closing up

won't come off

You like to take me dancing
You like to get me drunk
While you do lines in the bathroom
And call your girlfriend once she's mad enough
Now