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Going backwards  gon' leave a sister broken hearted
I'm still here, no mistake, got up three times, multiply that by a stack
Despite it all, now I got

the head
Left to bled
No more room for tears to be shed
News spread fear fueled by the echos
Of cops flying down avenues
The youth are loose screws in this

nigga dripping
Stepping like mike but im moving like pippen
I shed blood with that pipe in less then a minute
Get him gone by the night if that nigga

bus dropped me off at your house on its way
Or I'd trek over after school for my fill of Doctor Phil
It's these memories that keep me feeling real
We've

the niggas by the stop sign
Tryna be the boss and not the niggas by the stop sign 

No puffy But I'm still tryna make the bands 
Pray to god I'll never have

Give It Up

Damu Ridas II

How Deep Is Your Hood

1998

won't catch me with that on
But you can catch me in a party throwin' a Blood walk (WOOP WOOP)
Definitely dumb the Crab language, all I know is Blood

Yo blood , I want you to keep doing what you doing blood
Just continue to keep it real
Even though we outnumbered by these fake ass niggas
And know

And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now

by a woman
That ain't the real me
Still, she managed to to spill
Out a little me
Watched the doctors wipe the blood
From her little feet
And goddamn

it a stack
I'm getting rack after rack what you know about that
I'm on D like I'm chasin a sack
I just blew a band inna mall ima make it right back

the rest, where I'm just some boy
That you met by sunset and I wasn't done yet
With all of the words said
And all of the blood bled
And all of the cards read

tell I won't make it
Got the lil' bitch telling me that she love me, But I know that you don't do
I got the fire building up in my veins, They ain't

how many real ones lefts
No real ones left
Look around, all I see is real bums left
Man I'm guessin' all the real ones left
I've been surrounded by fake

I’m from a place where real is real
(Okay, we about to be out of here)
I’m just tryna breathe
(Talib Kweli, Killer Mike)
I’m from a place hustler’s

vent to
Oh and by the why you ain't real nothin real about it I could sense you
I don't got shit to say and I won't defend you
I know my words ricochet I

I can't say that some things don't change Pray for the sun, now I'm tired of sinner
rain Tape on the scene, blood spilled, you see the
stains Takin'

cracking and peeling. When I'm alone and by myself, my thoughts intrude my feelings. So I get down on my knees and pray that God can do the healing.
It's

a suit of loot

You're surreal (That's one raw (big) deal)
You're surreal
Far too cerebral (enhanced appeal)
For mass appeal (I want my girls real)

You

I alone?
I've waited till the end to call this home

My knuckles have bled
Beaten to the bone
I'm held down by your darkness
That won't let me go

saved by the lambs blood and our testimony brethren 
If God is for us then who can be against us? 
So peace be still cause in God I trust
Stand strong

fallout
And the near extinction of our very species

Within the walls of our Metropolis
We're protected by our city guards
Who patrol the very wall that

say she love me I feel it won’t end
Keeping it real can’t even pretend
Standing 10 toes collecting them bands
Dirty lil hoe you needa be cleansed
Say

Grandma cut my ass if I ain't in by the street lights 
Ain't nothing for you in this world out they past midnight 
Twin that's my brother blood can't make

real, your life was in their hands
Made a mistake, this ain't no rest, gon' crack a nigga for them bands

13 seen my brody in the casket, this shit not