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and growing pains
Now I gotta raise the boys and show 'em things
But they never wanna listen "you're not my dad"
I know, but someone's gotta tell you life is

the third eye
Live by the words I
Chasin the bands
Still I got nothing to show
This fame don’t mean nothing
It’s money fashoo
And If I cant spend this money

show you Bout my life yeah
Think you know
Bitch better think twice
I been on the road,
Might pull up tonight
Might shoot out the lights
Might Do you just

Feeling sick
Growing Anger
From my niggas aint
Try to Give me shit
Making money
In my face
While i was praying
For a lick
It was hard to show
Love i was

more and more about the pain
You can show love in His name
You got the power for change
The power for...
We’re so quick to label
And in comes the hating

show you off but I will not get into that
I fixed a heart that ain't break like why I'm fixing that
And if the shoe fit then you should be wearing that

Knoxville-obnoxious
Please, be cautious
8-9-10 cuidado!
Catch my drift 20:20? Ultimatum
You always fail by the ones who made them
The ones who paid them
Poker face; all

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Compton's Most Wanted

Represent

(geah)
I feel the pain cause where I live thangs remain (right)
Outta control and ain't nobody here to blame
We point the fingers at each other
We got

to curse her when I wish him well
I'll shoot my shot at any who I haven't reached, like Dell
Curry, nigga gets the bands up in a hurry
Shorty, she a war,

sentences
While judges was sentencing
When he was out
Tried to show him
He wasn't listening
The city I'm livin' in
Hated by it's citizens
But everybody like

down

She wants more of it, show her the freak now

Might give her all of it n push it deep down

I don't do this ting by halves

Told her I'm out for

to the bottom
I wallow in sorrows, by the start of tomorrow
New drug ill be tweaked to my peak off some shit
Sell all this pain stop, I pour up this rik
Houso

New York City born, bred in Skid Row, 
Let me tell you like this

You don’t like the I’m screaming, you don’t like the way I get high, you don’t like

have been plain to see
I'll never forget the pain I felt when I couldn't save her in the end
And I'll never forget how she treated me, a true comrade

got my brothers on my right hand left hand
Backseat whole back show that you already know that
It's Stevo I ain't here to play introduced and I'm here

doing no show can't get in with the stick
Cause he reach fa this chain
Then he bound to get hit
Dee gone lose his life since he mentioned my jitt
Bitch

Sent the record to my new thing I really hope that it's her favorite 
Then off the c&R's I hope that they play it 
Then to a few who want me to fail but

sound funny (well…)
But I was in pain

All right after twenty six hours
We got rescued by the brazilian anti-terror squad
Nice guys by the way
Later

see pain
Work through the night 
Sipped through the summer I can't even lie 
Caught new vibe 
Now they be tripping 
I'm one of a kind 
Now they just

you get Little League checks
Your two-faced ass ain't show symmetry yet
Ice white Impala, I'm whippin' that Chevy
Her coochie gon flood, man there's no

said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well

There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by

it snaps
Break on out of the pain you’ve faced
Nobody’s having to stay, all you need to do is wake up again
Wake up again, stay up my friends, wake up,

our love behind
Addicted to the pain I try
To keep you in my life
Don't care if I die as long as I
Have you by my side
I'm sorry, I'm obsessed, I have

don't wanna hear it whatever you're manifesting
The rap you do I don't find at all interesting
The way I crash wack MC's you know it's me man
I give a new