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doing wrong
Grinding for the life style that I want
You say that I'm wrong
Acting you right here by my side
But I feel alone
Found you a new nigga all

Things change, rearrange
Depending on what you do with pain ya know
Volcano erupts in the winter
Baby it's just us
In the studio chillin
Me and Mike

as it seems
That's why you gotta get it by any means
Take it like you taking one for the team
They know I'm blowing like a pot full of steam
Fans growing

from me
Suns out, windows down
Riding round in a Prius
Boy I'm feeling too clean
Last year didn't think I would be in this season
You can't stop me
I'm

minutes
You grow by depending
I'm growin' dependent on me and the part that I play in my mission
No way that I'm missing
I get it and permanently put

Feeling patient, I don't need surgery
I can wait but still got some urgency
Feeling corrupt by the people that murder me
I ain't dead if people done

buck
Whatever's got ya down
Or you ain't gettin' up bub
Some fucks may tap into the muck
Stuff tough up in the bluff
Like Blowmeo or Screwliet
Depending

I can tell you niggas soft by who you hang around
And all my niggas slide I swear that we don't play around
By any means, pussy niggas tryna sing

though
Like a ritual sacrifice suffice
If shorty bad got to hit her with the Fabolous Nice
Cause her body like Ferraris on Pilates

And you haters couldn't

friends depending on what upon it depends
If it’s bars then I hope you bought a couple of pens
Running them out I’m breaking the drought
I’m taking

shit's authentic, by the times I've been a victim of identity theft
You got some missing pieces in your chemistry set
You tried to copy in the lab, I

Nighttime, clear skies in the summertime

The hood don't offer that type of view or type of vibe
Sometimes I free, sometimes I write, depending on the mood

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

bitches, lil' baby
It's just you and I

And I'm real sorry when I
Really made you fuckin' cry (Goddamn)
She say she need Perc' ten, yeah
Her tabs low
Look,

brother denied and swear he wouldn't tell
Only age 12 when I removed his blood genes from my cells

Felt trapped like a cell
With 12 by 13 bars parallel

Crooked Officer

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my

Crooked Officer

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my

Hoe
You ain't got to cough or nothing
Mob gang nigga
I'm tired of playing with these niggas man
Real shit
Bitch I been rolling up some damn biscotti

myself clear
Life is what you make depending on the road you take 
Cause every wrong turn could turn into a big mistake
Yeah you see I had close calls
Yeah

REM, no sleep
I'm a dreamer and I just need to stay up

A1 on my dude
Ay son is my mood
Take the day and catch a brother doobie draggin right down Robert

Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they

just speak for free
You gotta pay the price
Checking on the time can barely tell
I'm blinded by the ice
Checking into a five star hotel
I flip that