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like you were shot
Yeah, that was us, you're welcome, bitch
We're the people in your head, we wanna throw you in a ditch

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 new problems

Still that shit you on

It's that shit you on
What's that shit you on
Who you snitching on
What type of shit you on

I was born to spit
Keith Bailey rhyme

92 of ‘em wack
Call 9 double 1, I'm serving the streets crack
I'm a 90's baby, the 90's made me
The golden age of rap was when I was born, man that

that gone break me like plates
Laid his ahh down, he didn't wanna catch the fade
Yea, I'm rocking braids with the muhfuckin' fade
Thought you was my

crabs inna crab pot
Get murked for da racks, now Matlock
On the block tryna figure out da head shot
No daddy he was born outta wedlock
Now the system got

was gettin to it 
Shorty play me ima keep it moving 
What bitch gon play me 
That bitch must be crazy 
I wasn't born in the 80s 
But i was listening

under the cover
I see your face and I'm smothered
By all the criminal nothings
Oh, tell me, did you love her
Maybe it was all play pretend
Maybe it was

Paradise

Crooked Pine Stringband

Then & Now

2003

When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backwards old town that's often

Paradise

Lee Blanton

When I Wrote to You Before

2005

When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backwards old town that's often

the gossip
Spilling the tea like they break a teapot
Shout out momma, she birthed a man
I was born with a blunt and a perfect tan
When my signature gon be

Top 5 i insist
Blame it all on my wrist
Im known for havin that bitch
Born broke dying rich
Grind over everything
Im devoted to my wealth
Whom shall

The redeveau is the place we meet take my time with you
You bring the oils and wine I can tell this was divine by our zodiac signs the stars was aligned I start

got a smoker we be playing midnight poker
Check check check check who’s it gonna be
Betchu no one guessed it was gonna be me
Counting up my chips like

the B X
I am truly a Bronx tale
Don't get my nomadic trail
Laying my head across five boroughs
Confused with this
Boogie down is where I hang my heart

(Keep denying it scared pussy)
This case is not going far (I'm Batman bitch)
If you got a soda from McDonald's
Thrown into your car
At the intersection by

F-P 1-9-9-3 m-O-V-IE TV and CD
Me and Jeff, brand new on the radio
Step on the scene and the crowd screams
"There they go"
What? a star hats quite in

called your Uber bitch,

Please don't think I'm new to this,

Planes to Jamaica two days later copped a Cuban link,

Newark born nigga East side where they

drastic
Double our stacks against these cats is the tactic
That was September now it's December
You got a temper but we still remember
It's too late now I

Promise to god I would make it
Promise to mom I would change it
I was going down with out any placements
Put a plaque up all in a Basement
I love what they

call me Richard
Booty shaking off the Richter
Twerking on me so I kissed her
Got rejected by Melissa
Now I'm hitting on her sister
Five hundred twenty

got it, ion need no help"
Grinding by my fuckin self
Coming up alone probably the realest shit i ever felt

I hustle yeah i put in time
The hardest

to me:
I got some super ability
Cusa can now be a killer bee
Hive mind when I drive by
You got hands up like a high five
So man up, this a live trial
Test

Black cat cross path all day
But I still be above where the asphalts paved
Strut by trynna' keep my back up straight
Send love to my neighbor tip my

always was the quiet type never started nothing
I was born in the Ville never run never will
Never had to leave my house to my earn no stripes
I don't real