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as good as you think
Live from the city of saints
Where angels will dance and devils will sing
Our heroes aren't real, they live on the screen
Said reach

, hollin bout how ya gettin mail
Most my life I was by myself
Making waves, never taught how to swim!
Boy I'm from the bottom and I'm still fucking here
Went

the tricycle, shots ripple
Like the PSI, Lord, you not official
On the yard, me and Blue DaVinci, shooters with me
Went to the halfway house, I took the Uzi

Visualizing the realism of life and actuality 
Come on, I want you to step up to me actually 
I live for it, there's no way that you're matching me

From the bottom to the top I've been climbin
From gettin it out tha mud to Blood Diamond
You might not see the work but bitch I'm grindin
Bout

Black or white, I can't identify
What am I who am I what am I

Culture shock, Newark's a far cry from Middlesex
Broadly called projects, black eyes,

you clean his hands from top to bottom
Grab the fabrics, then wash 'em
Then you go pick the cotton
Listen, y'all, I'm tired, man, I swear
(I've been

puddle from Mars, Sweet and western fuck boy
Put a hole in his heart, Better not play with me

Killers they're staring me at the tank, You better live with

Mic Check

Aceyalone

All Balls Don't Bounce

1995

gonna go
I make sure your body's strapped in
cause I'ma tailspin and you're liable to get thrown
The bible is the microphone; I read from the scripture

ancestors hung from ropes
We was slaves
But we was natives to this land too
200 years and these crackers acting brand new
The whole time they done benefited

self-sabotage
With a small entourage
Used the power of
Mantras to get a woman who was clearly out of my league to go out with me
Expensive beach house poppy

Pure Uncut

Psychodrama

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

2000

shit, there's no gimmiks, 

Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up. 

Verse 2-(Buk) 

Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up,

house,
She really live in my lap, and I be all in her mouth,
Like a nosy kid,
Eyes open,
Face to face I stroke her,
Might slap her, might choke her
She

for them to turn to each other
Sefton genes so their fighting still
Lost the house, but I'm still fighting
Fire in the block, and i live there still

Got got-boohoo
My white tee from boohoo
Was bought for me, by my boo-who-do what it do
I been the truth
Chuuch, uh
Dripping for no reason I'm just in

bitch ass niggas, we're coming to your precinct
I'm from the Bronx, I'm a gangster from the projects
Is where I live, peace to AG and Showbiz
Bounce

the object
I'm labeled as a killer, I cause more grief than the projects
With a revolver in my hand, they don't figure I live too long
They tell me to live

You can tell where I'm from by my wordplay
The dumb way, huh bruh, what's happening and you heard me
10 deep on the post, getting high off the weed
Dope

ain wearing no mask
For the gun kick lift some weights On the bench
At the house boarded up in the project
Low income make ah hundred Dollar stretch

descended down from Vanna White
Life's fast, take time to smell the roses, Bama life
Listen to my old shit, pat myself on the back, damn I'm nice
By

Keep yo hands up out my pockets 
Cause I'm shooting now 
Got to keep niggas in check 
Watch how I do it now 
We don't live by rules 
We shoot in

We ain't see no holidays they was like regular days to us
Where I'm from we known to Buss like a nigga hit the gas bullets have him stuck
Had to tell

paranoid every time that I blink
Even more scared by the time that I sleep
Walk out the house while envisioning
Murders finishing me
I'm just tryna live

a family that just only gave him sores
By blaming them for everything
That got lost in the damn house
That's probably why I'll never have a spouse
Cause