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What Part of the Game

McGruff

Destined to Be

1998

what it look like?
What part of the game is that?
You fuck around wit' my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat.

I live the God knowledge, my book

a bunch of things I didn't think I'll realize
Like sometimes we are haunted by the thought of wasting our lives
Or there is a knife that kept on holding our

When I get the sweats in my room and I cry When I have decision where I live or I die Do I Play it safe or fuck the city up where I ride

Probably not

to live between the negatives and positives
While trying to make money slanging synonyms and homonyms
I went to pop's house so I can visit moms and them

time on ghetto streets
If you got beef you're ghosted by DNA
But my fam be like
Warriors come out and play
Family expects nothing back
And when you fall

grievance towards
Hating myself without any cause
In this world I live one life 
(Only one life)
Where it's surrounded by much strife
(Too much strife)
There

in the back
Anybody askin homie why he wanna rap
Anybody wonder why I'm hoppin on the track
Anybody pondering what separates from whack Stop
Thinkin

Aye, Aye, Aye
Hop on the Track it's
My Time 
Don't waste it because 
Time Flies
I'm Flipping beats
Like Five Guys 
I'm cooking heat like
Fried Rice

true. Out here is where it’s at, you can see the / effect, but on the inside is where I’m truly / affectionate, no need to put on an act. Track by / track

people dying inside
I believe some folk going hear this and laugh
And I believe someone going hear this and cry
But what do I know
Yeah
But what do I
But

pienk by die see, Boys High war cries and friends who live on beer
Skree vir Sundowns, the sky's the limit, 80 vir Engels in matriek, flippin legitimate

think out of my own cage
Using my rage
Feel like the old king is dead, long live the king
Now rules the devil
Flowing up to a new level
Been an orphan in

ain't no way to live
An existence less than tentative, walking on bullet shells, still wearing bibs

Went from killing our leaders to killing our kids
Oh,

Track:- COP -Chumma Oru Pattu( കോപ്പ് അഥവാ ചുമ്മാ ഒരു പാട്ട് )
Yeah
Tale TAJ.
COP, ചുമ്മാ ഒരു പാട്ട്
Let’s pump it

ഒന്ന് രണ്ട് ബീറ്റിനൊത്ത് കൊട്ട്

cuz no none likes you

Throw it in the trash, and I call it soprano
Burning on his track, spitting image Vesuvio
Gonna make him mad, like a poor mans

like a gun
Motive at the park was a blur
I guess you call that Parklife
Night ain't slowing down
I guess you call it fast life
Always living high lives

try to shake back
And if you ain't eating with me
Better stay back trapping with magazines
All they do is stay packed
Never would I live a lie
I'd

a rooster
He provide I can't try
To live life as a saint
If I'm lying I would cry
If I'm winning all glory to God
Fishing for men I got me a cod
All glory

track of the feedback that I get
Fuck should I read that
Relapse like I’m trapped in a dream
Cops got me rings wrapped
I’ll be on the phone ma fucker

we live
        About. 'Nough to make one cry, we've cried more, seas no shores, no more, therefore we 
        Pour out Love the more with scores

hand, think he know me or sum
They tried count me out, bitch know I'm the one
I'm only 15, but I had me a son (On God)
You live by the gun, man, then die

emotional, you cry in the club
You grinding for days for one single dub
These fire beats gonna mess up your psyche
The fans go crazy when I pass the mic

It's

a miracle right now I need a miracle right now
Holy water on my body I need it right now
Woo
I see their captions they compensate for their lonely lives
I

it, some don't even try
And got the cheek to look at me, and wonder how I'm speedin' by
All this pain I got, I need to cry (cry)
Instead, I hold it