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Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
you less appealing to people who
Loved all that rape and murder?
I don't care hey one thing
I've learned in this past
Year is that motherfuckers are
I want to dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
And all other lil' young niggas that's in a rush to be gangstas
As a young nigga, I'm
YEAH! Ludacris in this muthafucka
What up Talib disturbing tha Peace Godamnit
We just getting started
Mixtape style it goes like this, look here:
good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin' weed
In my bag lunch and all through Junior High
We was just gettin' by
a few million in some weeks
Bitch (In some weeks)
Hey, told the world about it
Ain't no secret (Secret)
You niggas worried 'bout the crown
Worried 'bout
fuck the world and the police
incarcerated by the ghetto so we trapped
that's why broke niggaz in the hood bust caps
nigga said gangsters make good
hustle for my kids so they could live good
Stay young long as they could, just as kids should
Never be in a hurry for them to grow up in this world
You
this doe
And with a few good heaters
We can make some more
You only get something hot when
You face the mob
Probably blow a whole job with Escobar
From
to keep a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
was cunning
Just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin' my money, I need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin' stray shots
Been a Top Dawg,
Now as I flip through this world of mine
Everything is lookin peaceful
I'm checkin out these people
The ones that's doin good and the ones that's
friends. Beer a brother.
Soul orphaned, crying out, “Dear mother!”
Stalked by this witch, Missfortune.
Turns up unexpected. Turns my whole world rotten.
Conceived in '89 and I was born a militant
Since the womb I've had this Godly discipline
I was marked for death
Assigned to a sadistic prison
you for your patience
I wanna take the world by storm
I wanna take the world by storm
I wanna take the world by storm
Talkin my shit like a robot in
Some people live their lives by a little red book
The points for right lying out and guides them good
They never really mimic every word by eye
Some people live their lives by a little red book
The points for right lying out and guides them good
They never really mimic every word by eye
'Cuz
to represent me (say what?)
President Barack Obama he represents me
Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, it's mine,
Sorry mum don't blame me I ga no choice to fight back the devil by my self don't worry I ga backup
FUCK This World with the fucking people in it
I'm not
they call him El Diablo
Diablo staring at a dancing flame in
His hand shaped like a woman
This LA gangbanger thought he was the king of
The world until
I don't know why this world keep turning (yes man)
Round and round
(As the world turns we all experience things in life)
But I wish it would stop
pass me by
In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss
Someday, mister, I'm gonna lead a better life than this
Working on the highway,
the question
The only murder I got is for killing fashion
Oh yeah your honor I'm guilty for killing this fashion
The only thing that I got really is this passion
[C-Murder]
You know what I'm sayin, free motherfuckers
Feel good to have a TRU nigga thug watchin your back
see-Murder in this motherfucker with
.jpg/300px-2017_Nova_Rock_Good_Charlotte_(cropped).jpg "Good Charlotte")
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