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bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and i'm busted for real

Oh shit, oh

Riding John Deere's two hands got beers
Young buck riding the buck for a quick buck, huh
Cop a feel on the MILF quick fuck
17-year-old with a 40, that's

with the shimmy ya
Busting flows like woo hah
Got you niggas all in check
Wonder why I'm too fye
Raised by dope boys
Niggas who flash hundred thou

split up
One goes to cruise
The other throws up
I go to gamble
The other gets fucked
You know that it's lit
Girls party with us
Take a new bitch
Then get

chance
Or you gon
Stunt fake an attitude
Girl just get up
Shawty take my hand
Or take my soul
Just take my doe
Promise now
Say you won't
That you won't let

Climbin up the chair
Mountain blood soaked
Tie myself to the summit
With a black rope
Hope it fucking holds
I have been stricken by demons
That plague me

98 Corolla, I got Bastard on the iPod dock
Taking it slow down the E.C. Row 
Feeling the speakers knock

I just got done my work for the day, now I'm

angel, tell me whatcha wanna do
We can go see a movie, go to Chucky E. Cheese
Anything and anywhere ya wanna go, that's on me
Always count on me, if not,

backwards (yo)
Stand up nigga at night on his knees
Pray and sip Arnold Palmers (wait), up under palm trees (ooh)
Hope to die from old age, chance of that

Switch up the vehicle
Change the plates and scrape off the serial
Limousine tint, man can't see me at all
Old school car thief, I could start cars

everything falls in place 
Like I know it oughta should 
By this time tomorrow,
And if you want come looking for me 
You can bet the farm on it 
That’s where

the greatness inside me (God help me) 
Look Christ died so that man could be integrated (yeah) 
Tell me why are these congregation so segregated 
Black man in

your just bullshitting
And we don't want that, no
We ain't on that, no
We're on some old school shit like Thundercats (Ho-oh)
When I flip it, I rip it,

be hurting
That's that shit I was saying back when I was sober
But I'm up and I'm feeling shit
I can't get enough
Got in the past all of my old works

to be wack then screw it
Rather stay miles passed the bullshit
Playing all that old shit because it's going down tonight
Surround by sound and ice, my e

Loudpackseason shit you feel me
Facts
Mmmm nah
Talk my shit right quick
I didn't wanna do it to niggas feel me
Fuck it
Look
I be that dangerous suit

him
I'm feeling vacated by destiny
Wish I was in the wind like him
He took me to the Kappa for the first time
Plus the car show
Late night ripping up

Dear Diary

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

without the primo beats
And it hurts my soul
I'm a warrior so though the odds is against a nigga, Dirk gon' choke
Some people confide in the person that

almost fucking every day
I'm fucking lucky that I didn't catch an indictment 
You see the old days were full of excitement 
Nothing to fear with the lads

tricks 
Still tuned badly in open E 
The way my best friend once showed me 
Because that's what his dad taught him 
And we're all so strangely shaped by

didn't survive
Ja'Quan quantum leaped to afterlife
10 years after our Mother died
Be careful with that urn my Uncle's inside
They sit side by side where I

was a youngin
Bored but I spent my time in the streets thuggin'
Town-side guided by the older kids
Fourteen years old, homie said "take a sip"
I done

bills got me on stress mode
Can't even fix my whip I do to much shit endless nights no rest mode
Two part times yeah it's hard times but I know that hard

you just pause
Benin boy e sharp like a stud (of course)
Yeah I used to roll with the mob
You know that everything green ever since Man stepped