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can't live with no more right
I was raised by the street
So I gotta be damned with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got
Me chasin' dreams
I'm

can't live with no more right
I was raised by the street
So I gotta be damned with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got
Me chasin' dreams
I'm

Nitty Gritty

Jayo Felony

Whatcha Gonna Do?

1998

distance.  Mind your own, you'll live long.  Yeah.  Check me out.

(1st Verse):
These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed
They didn't see me creeping

the shadow of Lee's name
Two separate kids walking on the same earth
Living two separate lives
But tell me what's it worth

Lee's about to graduate and can't

God has smiled on me 
He has set me free

As a kid, I was told being black in America get you 2 strikes 
Don't flirt with the third or a jail cell is

of how you behaved
Sad to say some thought you’d end up as the cliché
That they use for black men, you know the only two ways
When you coming from the hood

Yeah separate your body from your mind
It's possible if you-

I could never die
It feels like I'd come back to life in spirit
I shall breathe again

on my name
I can handle hate man I love this shit
Same ones who were rating my ting
Can't say it to my face I father these kids
In real life just me

away.
and be sure to dedicate him your 2 minutes of hate.
Write down a post, let your anger comes out.
Put a mask on your face and keep your eyes

focus on hate, cause they gon' hate, cause I make all the movement
If I drop two take back to back, I know they gon' fuckin' lose it
Mind blown, cause I'm

Demented Aggression

Cannibal Corpse

Torture

2012

relentlessly
With pain and rage and hatred relentlessly

[Repeat x2]
With pain
Rage and hate
Beatings come faster
Beatings last longer
With pain
Rage

Armed with keys of brass and silver, keys so sharp with rage and hate
Fifteen minutes they've been walking, see them passing by three cars
Hidden by

know my gun I cannot move without
'Cause any minute we can shoot it out
Daddy wasn’t in my life
My momma smokin' dope by Rufus' house
Wrote my first rap

Three two one
I Love it, Loathe it. Want it Hate it taking control of me
So addicted, Can't live with it but without it I
I Love it, Loathe it. Want

a minute before I overreact I need a minute before I even react at all, yeah these things that follow me home not sittin' by the fire I bury ‘em in the cold

and I live by the Fifth Amendment
Every sentence that I'm representin'
Don't get intentions that I was intendin'
No point is intended
But

of shit
I live life filthy
Sexed every bitch in the gutter
Then we rob her mudda' find a shudda'
Then shoot both or each other
I blame it all on the people

should meet
This shit is scary
Seems so harmless on the surface
All of that shit you buried
By all those things you purchased
By all of those things you

can't live with no more right
I was raised by the street
So I gotta be damned with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got
Me chasin' dreams
I'm

separate lines
cnd we've all lost a little of our minds
We hate being confined
There'll be no fun until next summer

Surrounded by a fence with a single gate

to separate myself tell me i'm being mean
But that's what you gotta do when you chasing ya dream
How would you feel if you got crossed by ya mans
How would you

Two
Two
You rather type it than live it
Shit been on my mind for a minute

The neighborhood hero but feel like a villain
Way shit playing out would

on their baby oh we've got one night to go barely hanging on by a thread
But before we end this episode hold me a one minute more we can sleep when we're

Hot dammit I feel like Tinashe
The weed and liquor got me too on
I don't want none of my exes
I be fuckin' with my new jawn
Stop by on her way