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to put me in no bullshit got enough of my own
You can't come through just to kick it 'cause I'm never at home
If I am I'll be obliged to gone and kick it

home to survey cos my
Young boy knows where they staying
I'm scared but I can't let them
Know I'm afraid so I
Run up in the next fucking
Home or estate

Tending To Your Very Own. Lowkey Creating Home.
Talk Yo' Stuff Then, Blow! Blow Yo' Horn!
Methodical, You Be Melodious, Within A Mellow Tone, And Meek

give ‘em heat
Let ‘em know it was God enemies feel defeat
cnd like the days of Noah I gotta flood the streets
Tell the truth about my life all the ebbs

a pinch 
My inner-sense got me into this
If you into to the end of it let me vent a bit
Don't let your friends be the end of being intimate, so

Why do you

deserve to be picky when I do it so sickly
I want Nicky Minaj I wanna Minaj with Nicky
Nigga chill chill go have a seat
On my nikes I’ll hit you put some

switching my gears
Watch my team learn quickly that some victory near
Fit to be here, sitting in the center, feeling penitentiary vibes
Had to drive over

on TV could never be me
More than rims and inches, talking limbs and lynching's
Cut from the cloth of the cotton that my granny picked
Work like

thugs in the same old swervas
Sometimes I was afraid to walk through the hood
I know we say it but ain't all good I'm keeping it real
My daddy came home

Close the Crackhouse

Professor X

Puss 'N Boots (The Struggle Continues...)

1993

the name of crack
Let me jump it off, you can't be afraid
Of a nine, well baby, get a nine too
Step to em let em know what the hood's about
Blow em out,

old foes in the city
And I'm bout to come home is you with me
If I leave you by yourself, would you forgive me
And you checking for my heart when it's

all about the paper, a go getter aye
That bitch was just tryna choose so I let her
I take her home, fuck her once 
And then forget her aye
No, I don't

never be me
More than rims and inches, talking limbs and lynching's
Cut from the cloth of the cotton that my granny picked
Work like an amputee, ain't

purposely pick a guy who says he's allergic to cats cause I know he has a 30 minute threshold, fact. Take him home you fuck him, minute 35, he is like, Oh my

Gone in November, be back in August
Daddy got a home, had to ditch that apartment
Done came a long way for a n**** from the projects
I'm on...so now I

And it's like, I know I'm a good person (Egonbeup)
But I'm so fucked up in my head (I don't be thinking straight)
And I be crying out for help in

Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)

[Let me put this bible down for a minute…]
This that rippity rapper, click-clacka
Get back or nigga get clapped

like hatin' is your profession
And I know a couple Texans that got killed for over-reppin'
So I never be oversteppin' boundaries bounded to my weapon

Pittsburgh pa
On a daily my oh my so I watch these niggas like I'm champ Bailey raised by my momma but my dad made me
I was taught to never a female play me

cats be shady

We don't show no fear to any snakes, we cray
You'll Mick brought Water[s], the droughts over run home hasty
Safely, cause niggas still

Normal shit? It bores me, let’s learn to adore these, 
Beauties in the world and the universe I was born g.

I know there will be obstacles that I cannot

never me
I speak directly to whoever that it may concern
If you're offended stand in line I Say, and wait your turn
One by one you shall be burned

Crying to myself, Like when I get home I'm gone lose it
I honestly don't want no peace, I want all them n***** dead
So if you ain't on my side, And I see

gotta end the session
You either got it or you don’t
Cuz bitch this is my home
The world it gives me dome so if you think about it am I really broke.
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