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the reason I ain't rappin' like you kids
And my momma is the reason I ain't doing shit I did
I'm just doing what I love and I'ma do it til I'm dead
You don't

there on her forehead
Then outta nowhere Mamma say we moving back sooner
We popped up In Vallejo Like poof
I told her i thought Jason was coming too
She

stars
In space exploded all at once
We be living poverty
Check by check it's not enough
Feeling like girl fuck the world
I just want the two of us

(*beep*) BEEP!
Pardon me, that's my homie Amani
No, not the designer, more like Nnamani
The realest goon, straight outta Enugu
Not your daily cool kid making

kids are lost in the image 
I'm jumping fences on fences the cops are out here to get us
My homies looking for trouble, I scramble through all

the walls
She's tryina make it through her day
And I'm tryina stay outta her way
Lord please help us all

Chorus:

C- Well I found her in the closet the other

you my Lisa
Trips outta the country girl you don't gotta bring ya visa  
It's cold world, but imma be the same 
Stay by my side never leave pray that

us, 
Shit nobody knows, 
You got ya own problems,
Stop gettin other niggas exposed,
You can’t fuck around, 
Wit them fuck arounds,
Treat you like a dog,

I do that you don't like
And there's things that you do that I don't like
But we can't let that get between us
We're made for each other
Cuz we're

could
Raise up out my throne
And set the cup down
They try to cut us out
But we're the heirs to the crown
Look at the bastards and ask
How you like me now

Henny Hardaway
Damn
I'm not finna chase you
I don't even chase my liquor
You want me to open up
Like pastors open scripture
Get outta here
We both

niggas
Tryna be like us
Hate for what
When most of you
Niggas can't even make a buck
Life's a gamble
And most of you niggas
Be straight up outta luck
Can't

just another point of view
Could only hate or be inspired by us

Tha god
I Stomp on the ground in Burberry timbs
Run me a mile up under a minute
Bae is

the hooker in
And then she ran the couch wiggle thru the back streets
They don't understand the route
They outta town like thru it my niggas catching pounds

Cuz if we fighting over money, you gon need you a nurse

Now I ain't trying to fight
Just trynna hop me a flight
So make sure that deposit hits me by

position I'm blowing right by you
No need for a friend you can't lie too
Make this money, no kid like Kiyu
I'm on top, I advise you
Stay in your lane and now

kid
3-2
And I like magic in the backcourt (swish)
love it when they ask what i rap for (bitch)
Got a twelve pack of stress tryna sell
Scratch that

when your gifted, them hoes callin' you Santa
But I ain't got nothing for them, I'm fuckin' them outta boredom
They just want me to fill them out like

do it for the perks
Out the fucking window like at her crib after the curf
Few niggas on my side now
I swear I gotta curse
God damn us all if we

out, and you just don't care
There's a day for us, if you stay right here
Keep yr seatbelt on, ride by my side
There's a big, big day

bag and catch up outta that early dismissal

Doin push ups in that pussy till she give up
Throwin stacks into my bag until I fill it up
I'm in Hollywood

Westside Driveby

MC Ren

The Streetsweeper, Vol. 1

2003

West Coast drive-by, it happens like everyday
Bitch ass motherfuckers gettin' chased away
It go

[Chorus: MC Ren]
Woop, Woop
That's them fuckin'

c couple old black folks singing spirituals. 
Now let me know if I'm outta line. 
I got plenty more. 
cll races don't look like hillbilly folks

of course you know I had my fingers crossed
Picture me being scared
Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
(Niggas bleed just like us)
Picture me being