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the business
dont underestimate me i can really go the distance 
im still the same nigga from 98 i just learnt somethangs  
yall cant keep me boxed in like

Uh huh
Kahleeb
Yeah yeah
Mm
Uh huh
I get up just to get it again
Another sad day trapped inside this city again
Where the bitches all the same

I was conceived in the late 90s
By a family who was just being formed
Tunnel vision
My vision is becoming deformed
Bloody eyes
I have no remorse
I'll

from the hood, the place where some wouldn't get dropped off
Where they ain't talking Jenga when they say they'll knock your block off
Take that, put

seems
I was a Joseph eighth-grader 'cross the street from Tremé
Whilin' out, I bailed when I was just about fifteen
Six-baller feet girl where

North
Might die if iont blow
Either way I’m gone FLO
Blowing cookie by da bo
Head big heart cold
I just get the beat from Ro
Then i just empty my soul

I'm from a city southern
Encumbered different by Jakes
It ain't no hip-hop police gon' come
Up missin' wishin' for cases
I hate to see him pained

your lights with a plastic bag
You'll be a drooling fuck
I'll kill every inhabitant
And call it a Dead Island
This ain't Raccoon City, bitch
Yet I'm

gots to write your way out (you got the juice) 
You gots to write your way out 

No stopping the 
Mid-City philosopher 
I'm Genghis Khan 
When the mic is

I learned the basics from my ace that I used to trade tapes with
And we was sittin' in class, watchin' the clock tickin'
And waitin' 'til we can be

just gotta go get it
Niggas wont know till they get hit wit it
Its nizzy glock 40 on the hip for the business
Call it contract killin on the way

we break ties from the thoughts that'll give us our great rise
I take pride in all of the things I do, either in the city or the lakeside
I believe

through cities and across the land.

War Correspondent 1:

Now you hear the roar of the bombers, they’re approaching now in from the sun right high above

from the police hopping over hurtles
Fiend for that caffeine and that nicotine
Standing in the food line 100 niggas deep like
Good god damn the city got

other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up

bitch, then I can't trick
I can never go broke, bitch, I'm too rich
My city raise killers who care about no feelings
I tried to escape but it made me

as the days go by 
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise 
Walk into the school house 
Franklin Junior 
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell

mistakes
I Stay laced
I'm one of the Greats
And I put on
For U. City
From 8 Deuce
To Eastgate
I 'd be a trick
Before be a cheapskate
I'm getting money like

Was a legend from a baby, put respect upon my name
Not a slave, I'm the boss, never see me in no chains
My fire is eternal, ain't no limit to my range

in my lap.
Freaky lil bitch on mission.
40 on me for security,
Never been lacking.
I'm from Lean City,
Where shit can get tragic.
By da morning,
You

up the reverb, my fuckin one and only bitches wish that they could be her... but you aint her

Bad bitch from the 6ix, that's Toronto, 40 floor condo,

made of water that's an oceanscape, there's no escape
Is anybody out there living in the downward?
City on the outskirts pity for the outbursts
Skin me

a comfortable lead, we beat ‘em by 40 and I’m MVP, ……WE UP‼️

the execution, that's the way to the crown
I'm scared to lose my sanity, stay to the ground
That's why I cruise around the city, escape to the sound

I'm tryna