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want me
And homie I don't need a dad, I got people that taught me
To always be myself, have so much love for everyone else
But most important of them all

gates for Thanksgiving)
(We enter your courts, we praise tonight)
(We lean in Lord Jesus, we lean in, Holy Spirit is so welcome)
(We love You in this

more C4 from the store
Before they go for war
Enough so they can't keep doing the score
Too much of a chore
Think they can shut down the foreigner
Yeah I

God I been calling on your phone, & you ain’t answered my call
I get upset that my brother locked down all up in that wall
We lost our momma and he

of unbelievable college football
Was told by an NFL team that, physically he was everything they look for in a player
But because he wasn't familiar with some basic

Sacramento

The Cuf

I Love This Game [Single]

1999

by somebody
In Sac Town if your creative that's a crime 
And they got it locked down so you can mentally do the time
And you could say who why don't

know I’m finna lay it down
Chopsticks with KD got me riding in cutlass
In other words please don’t push my buttons
Yeah I’m all about hustle
Score pass

I ain't gone lie it been a long week for a nigga
Twist it up need a kite one for every issue
Rest in i peace to my image, tombstoned living bones
Wat

cashing your cheque
When you see them goons coming
Boy your ass better check
Packing automatic weapons that will
Make your head spin
They got love for me

shoes at the door
Cause if you aint on my level
Then what we gon connect 4?
You playin life
Like you trife
You aint doin yo chores
If You aint holdin yo

tore down our building, we build it back up
And It's worth more than a million in duff
I'm calling your bluff, I'm tired of the lies
Them capping ass

to poop

When I'm tryna take a break from my everyday
Gettin fucked by life in every way
When it's tryna push me down I try to stay
I figure out a way

cages
Take 10 paces 
Lose your mind from the isolation
Ma we made it
I’m in the 04 tralley
Bout to lock the corner down like the 04 champ Bailey

about your crib 
I replied hell no
Won't you get another room and just lay low
She was like ok if you say so
But I need you to put it in your name though

incapable of being big bro'd by older guys
I'm sorry if your feelings were hurt don't have time for shoulder cries
Did you hear this cadence and think that it

album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are

finna die fo'
Slow down, ride slow, don't forget your Bible
The Golden Age, you livin' in a cycle
Nigga you dealin' with a psycho
He go by Dizzy Wright

everybody loves it
But nigga not me
This is everything I am
And I give it all for free
Niggas still don't listen
So I never really see
Any of the outcomes
So

shit, niggas won't do shit, till I grab the .40 niggas acting clueless

Blue hat for the blue rats, down south all you niggas woulda thought I was a good

Inspiration, lookin' at the plane and I jotted down
Scarface, the world is yours if you want it bad
Four text in my phone, still don't call her back
Throw

I be sittin' like a time bomb
Set to explode
Stand by me fucker like Ben E king
I don't care what it is
I'm down for anything
I don't care if you big

Heatmakerz, Crack Music
For the love of the hustle
(Niggas love the hustle) yeah, yeah, yeah

Niggas levelin' up when they know
The level is us if I

crush your solar plexus 
With the force of Three Kings in a droptop Lexus 
Love a woman, spitting game to another 
Prison is a hell man I miss my little

Where do I
By the end of those years it was all peace and love
But I hung out with natty dread and skin
There was black, there was white, and we hung out