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the spot where you had to grow up with no heart, you know what I mean
You had to take your heart out your chest
I live by street rules, for real
I done took

breathe
If I seen u in the street
Or your whip when i skrrt late night
Motherfucker beep beep

Undertake
Uppercut
Anything to let go

Ain't no space
In my

zone do acknowledge
Piece together a score, educate a class in college
Verse is honor role, praise the King with the honors
Died rose in 3, give it up

The root of every evil is the truth of all appearances
I crack the sound but the beat is still a barrier
Ram every fucking inch of every street around this

towards ma fear
Subconsciously you cud swap me for da vinci
I wouldn't care
With a mind so artistic
Cos i'm being hunted by the nightmares 
On Aim street

this world that we live in it got cold so we wearin Moncler
Drippin expensive denim all year
Finessin lennon everytime I wear it
Chandelier dreams rose

to kill the stress pulling strings under your chest
In God's grace i manifest living free minded
Took the word out of brothers 
Yet i seem so unguided 
By

my rap sheet, as solid as they come
Got my knowledge from the slums
Book smart, street smart, just don't be a retard
Stop by the trap house, you don't

wait outside by your whip
No matter what the time is
Then we gun butt him in the head with the nine quick
Then we stomp his ass like a motherfuckin' mosh

(The only woman ya can trust, is a f****** Mother) 

(Yeah)

Curly hair and babyface,

Oh he must be sweet

Try me if you want to n****

I'm wit sixty

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

In the Hood

Big Pokey

Restless

2006

eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth

and enjoying the warm breeze
And you can find me sipping on some ice tea
Make sure it's sweetened though i dont prefer the sweet n low
I don't prefer the highs

the pen a real shooter gone
Nigga said he want smoke it's best for you to move along
You wanna scrap I got guns I ain't doing that
Tell my shooters

keep consistency feedin them more
I so fantastic like four
Chasing my dreams like the stars in the ceilings
I'm gettin better I could tell by the feeling

as profound as an explosion
feeling lit like 50 cent I'm a genius in abundance I'm a beast flourishing in Florence with the adrenaline as I roam the streets

Over their heads no knees no D Rose
No keys no fleece throw
I don't need those
Warm from the lights shit
I can see shows in my dreams
Can't pass it off

no couple goals
Get up on these money goals and probably book a couple shows
But I get too distracted by these women I'm a walkin' rose
Certified

out in force
They act like there's no more debate in the street but it concerns us
It's our future and our present so we're gonna keep demonstrating

head off like guillotines
Submachines blow yo' ass to smithereens
I kill a dream, kill a fiend, kill a theme
When I walk the streets light up like Billie

In the Hood

Yung Joc

Summer 2K6 Chopped Not Slopped

2006

eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth

In the Hood

Yung Joc

Royal Green, Street Series, Vol. 1

2006

eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth

The amount of fake trashiness that I been dumpin

Coulda been a millionaire by now
Thought I’d be dead  now
But I’m still around, so I gotta flip around 
Like

groove like Kuzco
The big dog did it in the booth like Cujo
And josh locked me in and hid
The keys to the studio
Been left behind by some people
But it's