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Like how come there's many things that I know
That most kids at my age don't know 
If you try to dig deeper then you'll find 
Most of them were raised by

So how could all these
Disease be cured by just giving everyone the same compound
We go away from philosophy
And just look at reality and God

you see as they tears man escape
If you got shape escape my sister you get raped

Guns drugs slugs
Multiplied by thugs in the slums
Headquarters

another zit from wishing that I
Could go back in time
And fix the things that make
Me lose my appetite
That’s about American as apple pie
Questioning

hear it
If yo mind and yo body ain't in touch wit yo spirit
Most people see my shadow and be scared to come near it
I'm like the hermit of the wilds

Clear my mind, you know I want it to come straight from the heart
You know, but I did write you this
Ode to

There is no question I'm attracted
Ms.

foes them ah pree they assemble now
Can't fold in the streets it's a jungle it's wild
Many people wan ko ba you
May the light of the world shine over you

Yo, come here, son
Yo, come here, look at this
Look at these niggas, man
Just sayin'

Nah, chill, we got the best View from up here, yo
Look at these

strike a pose
Betta keep a pole 
This some shit 
You better know 
Keep one in the head  
no time 2 Cock 
Just aim and blow 
But one thing bout this game

like he says in his songs He's still first place
Fin to this run shit summer by summer
He feel like Mase
Back in ninety eight, take what's yours,

Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Can I

Jurny goin' in
Pressing all the buttons we thought we'd never press again
Couldn't even make it to my ends

You murdered a thousand rappers by letting me

the chance has come at last
To built a better future from the past
In a brave new World
With just a handful of men
We'll start all over again

# Look - Man is

situations going down
I'm a poster child for that déjà vu
Never learned from them things I do
Playing it off when I'm out in them streets
I'm just trying

a thing
This ain't it this counterfeit
You a throw a fit I counter it
Damn I got enough of this
Wish I would've seen from the start
You playing for a ring

Duplicate things from the past
I just wanna appreciate, celebrate
Resonate with you
Give thanks we are blessed

Come to me boo
Come to me boo
We gonna reach

son, come try me
Ya fucked entirely cos now I've got space in ma diary

It's a wild ride fuckin with you
I'm so high, show me the truth
Feel ya body upon

I came up in the dirt, from 10 yrs old I put in work,  porcelain pieces in my pockets, down them back streets I would lurk , just a young thief in

an white like a referee,
Moon walking, MJ, on my Billie Jean 
Still lifting big weight bussin out the seams
I get dirty in the streets money still clean,
I

those things
Now they Tweet spicy as 50 wings
In the Streets fighting with thrifty fiends
Increased biting by 50 reams
Who needs writing to get this seen

can't be caught in this red dress
It reeks of roses and vigor
I've broken bread with my best friend
Come on, shape up, it doesn't mean a thing
I'm as calm

Diamonds

Pimp C

H-Town Chronic, Vol. 13

2015

a cold chill
We call some call em diamonds
We call em ice
It varies in the sizes the shape
The color and the price
From canary yellow, ruby red

stacked it tall up from the floor
I done hit a couple hoes once, and they call my phone blocked and they beg for more
Invested the bag in a lot of things

niggas come around When shit get wild, just stay in your ground[01:06.69]Yeah, I be cooking up, I'm in the kitchen Watch all your homies, cause these