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Hood ventures, had my share of crazy ass livin'
Whippin' through the project blocks, hot like crazy ass women
Cops dippin' up and down the hill,

thinkin' all day
Can't forget about them times up in them project hallways
Young nigga tryna eat it if you want beef then put your order in
Tired

Sometimes when I can't find my room
I just sit and hold on to you
And I really wish we could be safe
But time just keeps running away
Sometimes when

I'm Gettin' Ready

Rare Essence

Live @ Club U, Vol. 2 [Bonus CD]

(chorus) 
Break it down...... 
Nah,nah,nah,nah,nah 
Oh,oh,oh,oh 
(repeat 3 times) 

(chorus) 
Because it's everlasting,broadcasting 
I don't eat meat

gold ounce
Slow bounce you smell it it's goat cheese
But it's Me nigga, don't sneeze my nigga
You get infected infested by cold streets
OH me? I'm ridin

Label on me say my project poppin' yeah it's Pippen ayy
Run up on me, .40 like you're Pippen, leave me limpin', ayy
Bitch, I'm Slickback with that slap,

I’m missin’
That I been missin’ all that’s been given 
So shit, let me check myself, pat myself on the back 
Boy you smart as fuck, the professor’s

to the top
Im Spinning in lies woven
Over time
Standing by
Eyes closed
Open mind
Soul to find
Mine never hides
Combine with pride
Touch the sky
Feel the vibe

panels to the ring of a unifying blood pact 
Broken in by reckoning that greed and money was the right track 
So I fly into the night 
Astral project

priest
Wont settle for no least 
Cause I’m Ingenious 
Assiduous 
And I ain’t stopping 
Till we all eat 

Can’t believe
They’re really putting out thoughts

nothing to show? 
Once upon a time, it was in the pots of togetherness
That we brew and drunk the wine of unity
Where side by side we stood by each other

Golden State
One hand, wash the other both hands, wash the face
I'ma slide on lil' shorty like I stole a base
I got this 40 by my side, so I'm super safe

They saying Voncé where you been at?
You been being lowkey
Been on a different type of time but still these niggas on me
I been blowing all this

music selection 

Generational flaws, deserve segregation
I need a Lauryn Hill, lil miss education 
You take them out to eat, they pass the bill,

or smoke instead
I don't eat 
Till I'm stoned 
Don't you judge 
Leave me lone'
Yeah i do a lot of shit i shouldn't do 
Yeah i know 
I'm a project 
So

her time coming
The time is now I face my problems Nigga ain’t no more flunking
Foot on they necks
(Voom)
Bitch I’m taking off in this bitch
Real slum

tortellini smokin' project pat to that ghetto greenie
If I let her in can't let her leave me that p got water that letter steamy
More a smoker you can keep

pressure in a cabin ain't no flight attendant
Had to get myself away, you would've folded in it
Leave the duffle in the trunk and go the speed limit
Pat you

just all good
I needed some time off 
Now it's funny I'm on 
Crazy how your good can stem 
From all your problems 

Never tryna build 
But damn we call

inspired by the magic pencil

Why the wires next to a pool filled with stencils
I design another one to feel more special
I designed the sun to bring all

as lyricists
Militant minded tenement talk in project lobbies
Had me embarrassed by eighteen that I ain't catch a body
The 90's was mob tied, mafia monikers my

by the day
Can't eat like Swayzee if you really
wanna play
It's a race gotta have to relay
Smart nigga better put on replay

But these niggas be dumb

I'm about it, I'm about it yeah
Hella Ps in the closet yeah beef I'm about it yeah
I grill it up and eat it
You talk that bullshit but you don't

blowing up hot like a nuke
My white boys copping by the two's
Time running out, what you about to do
Me and that money so fucking locked in, man our