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they didn't know me, all they did was judge me
I came from the ugly, all they ever did was tease

And I didn't wanna live, no I didn't wanna breathe
So I

the risk
The heartbeat is cold
But you cannot fold
It’s used to the road
And live by the code
Fam and the bros
Money and power
Don’t give it to hoes
Learn

kept me at peace
This is for, this is for James and Jason
Tyree and Emo, Brandon and Curtis, Justin and Jeremy
Man, Amanda R.I.P
Picture me with Payless

be a rabbit than a dog
Cuz I’m faster in my season
Cuz you niggas only catching ducks
That
Bucking back
Local trap
Type rap
Look at that
Look at that

rather be a rabbit than a dog
Cuz I'm faster in my season
Cuz you niggas only catching ducks 

That 
Bucking back 

Local trap
Type rap

Look at that 
Look

I can tell 
That you loving the vibe 
Yeah I'm loving you 
Yeah I'm loving you 

All by myself
In this jam packed room 
In my right eye 
I see you

riddle off E
If he talkin' that shit, he get punched in his teeth
You ain't pushin' no pack if you missin' the P
Tryna link with my girl, get you set up

with P they gotta go through me
Leave me some room to be someone
I'm not your father
But all of the shade being thrown I swear I'm bout to son him
How he

understand the chemistry
Lately raw smoking dope 3.5 by the destiny
Live life fast lane, I don't know why they tryna riddle me
No American Idol, made it

that
The best days are not gone yet, no they're all coming next

But still we've got this one night just you and I
So why not live a little, take

it's hot and sweaty
Reload the CamCorder
I guess by then you'll be ready
Cause All My Children got One Life to Live
But knockin wifey out the box
Is

time
You won't ever have to switch sides over on this side
Baby it's a big, big vibe
You know it's B I G
V I P
Ain't no need to see ID
Givenchy on my lap

Tucking the strap stuffing work in my sock most these niggas is mad cause they bitch on my cock
Back to this block shit I live by the code
Moving that white

John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit

live I think I need rehab
I shine in the dark, trying to be a great white shark in this sea of crabs
But having a king like a beard with my hair tied

Frontline

Kottonmouth Kings

Double Dose, Vol. 1: Hidden Stash/Og Dopeumentary

2009

These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake

Figaro Chain

Havoc

Heist of the Century

1998

New Jack sit, like G and Nino 

Shit is real dunn, me and Hav rap for guns 

You just a son, you be hung by the skin on your tongue 

P

get it by the boat load
Hood niggas love me still be moving solo, 100 the dash still be moving slow moe
She wanna ride head be going yo-yo that thang in

that shit rapping
Real rap, all these niggas bitches, that's a quick status
Told myself to be myself and I don't need they help
They be saying stop

Jrod'
Nobody doing it like me, Jrod B a certified G
Mans size foot five a fortified tree, finances peak got 45p
But it's cool I just lie about it
Mans so

commit Seppuku
And live on through my children and stories cause I got buku

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catcha girly by the toe
If she squealing let it blow

pon the wings
We tek flight see the views by the wing
Now see them views where we live
If I get in then, them affi let you in
My winger never left you

sometimes I wanna squeeze, humble me repair my heart and break me free
(It's real)

(R.I.P my nigga)
Another gone and it's fucked up
I'm cursed to sin so I'm

block
Cause I'm sanctioned
Parking the P's, I'm limpin'
Bend through that bitch
Like I live here, I'm planking
Taking my time with the shit
Check for my