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“Uhh yeah”

Children, lesson hour is in
Listen up 

Bitch is cold in these streets 
I can not breath 
Get off my neck 
For the anthem I knee 
You can

3 years from my last tape Dey tell me I'm pass late,I got my bag straight,fucked up from bad days,grew up at a fast pace. I hustled to get

too thod director like t mo og like 1504 street boss 870 crime bluff we off n this thang if  tgey dnt listen we gon make em mane got big lips n lil

You know (2x)
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Don't
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Lemme see
Sing along wid me

First Lemme
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U dis
Question 
I'm like

(cye)
Tell me wut you wanna

Like, Randy Moss
Tell they life story
With some candy sauce
They rockin skinny jeans
With they panties off
Affiliated with DNA helix
The platelets
That

Dog 4 Life

Iceberg

Exit Wounds [Clean]

2001

the only dogs I roll with, off da leash
Off the streets, with bodies by Dawson's Creek
Cause I always did things, ahead of my time
Lead in my nine, throw

Was left out of reach.
Cause knowledge is power,
Need strength for the street.
Undermined defeated
By curse and deceit.
No acres, no mules,
Not even

never needing no flotation
Devices, on this humble pie by the slices
Give it to 'em free, cause it's priceless
This your invitation, I'ma even welcome

the fool[00:46.49]But I can't let you down homie[00:48.17]I was playing by the rules, I was sneaking but that nigga is still Lonnie[00:50.96]Ain't a nigga party with me

that
All that, all that, keep husslin' baby
Do whatever you doin' in the streets baby
Just don't get caught by anybody if you need to
You know-you

I ain't really that bad at all
With me, you probably take a loss, but you'll never fall
Know you can tell when someone real when the truth involved

the streets
Even worse in the govy
Coat in a cubby
Nine in a dresser drawer
Live for a hummy
Unsure of what we dyin for
Above the law
Buried beneath bones from

pain
I be hiding my emotions cause a man ain't phased
Fuck the system they the reason we still enslaved
Ain't a victim to the these streets by

he was passing some gas
Keron know the truth, he peeped y'all and laughed
See you next week, you boutta be thrashed
Don't ever wake me up for no

Graffiti on the street and the high school halls
That I’m the emcee who plays guitars
And hangs out with hippies who dream of being stars
Jeremiah – pumped

Thought you had the streets watching my new shit is disruptive
Destroying every criticism every constructed
You speak bout clothes and ya luggage
I rap bout

The Truth and The Reason
I can't give you the answers (Nope)
I try to do the right thing
But I swear by god
I'm not Spike Lee, I skip my school days (Fuck

the hospital who's calling you
I ain't never glorified the life
Try to tell the truth when I'm on the mic
But it's getting harder
I don't want to barter
Living

In tha Hood

Big Pokey

Flow Masters Vol. 1

2006

loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's

the hospital who's calling you
I ain't never glorified the life
Try to tell the truth when I'm on the mic
But it's getting harder
I don't want to barter
Living

I am as high as can be and as far as you can tell
I smash up a track so you might as well
Throw in the towel cos I unleash hll
If you wanna learn

you’re feeling desperate
Never mind what you thought, what you're guessing
I can tell by the way that you walk
I realize I'm not the one that you want
But

there's these people getting sticked up by police
Even worser than the streets 
They got the right to kill you blink 
That's the law they wrote in ink 
It

all the same
We know that we need you
We know we need the truth
So here we are, so here we are

Writing my own plot line 
Gave me my own high 
My