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of want someone to bone
I dig for some clothes
Throw on the prettiest fit that I own
It's probably sewn
By some Cambodian kid who is broke
Nothing to drink

the earth where my roots have grown so large  
And i listen to her song for as im sailing through the dark  
Charred and battered by the past is one story I

(Aye)
(Look)
(Aye)
(Look)
I'm the nigga that's on the top of the News
Paper so long I got these niggas think That I'm cool
I never had a plan just do

Song's full of broken words Same thoughts, the truth on what I'm living
Cause I'm running on the same course And you're riding on that same horse

and out my arteries
I take these pills to mask my pain, get them from pharmacy's
It's kinda like a partial block it brings me harmony
I guess this pain i

Gonna Get Easier

Z-Ro

Vs. The World

2000

don't want to do another killing, another bid
They've been trying to give me the crack since I was a kid
But I remain calm, pill popping smoking

life up to the fullest it's my destiny 
If no ones by my side I can't do that without you helping me 
If you ain't down to ride then when I ask don't you

book you for a bar mitzvah 
As one of the guys that motivates kids
To get the fuck up and dance the bitches 
Up on the stage and in the mixes

I mean

at you ass hats
You rats get your backs snapped
Scribbling away and I'm filling these pages with lyrics and phrases
Spraying sick songs so quick everyday

on my Vans shit
Had to put them Nike's down
Air Force, Jordans
Nah I never fuck with Nike now
All these kids ain't cool to me
But you can't hate on Mikey

and new positions so I
Start to wonder if she's really my girl
Cuz I really wanna give her the world but bring it back
We start the song at a crossroad she

songs, I’m unstable
She calling my phone, I don’t answer
We’re not on the same page, different chapters
I don’t love her, I don’t need her
If you can fuck

hit'em up den im gone, tek him out tek him out... one by one-on
And im still that kid and im still out ere cos im still not rich
And its all for the cause

than a bitch
I’m bout to head up to New Times
Niggas went to hating
When I pulled up in that new ride
I got a thick dark skinned
Haitian bitch with blue

don't want no more
I ain't worried bout the opps
I don't got no more
I was moving that work on the block living poor
Young bummy nigga posted up by

the Play-Doh

But we don't play tho 

I ain't talking bout 
Being religious 

You can tell by the song 

We'll turn up in a minute

I'm bout to Go Ham 

Like

drink fuckin' urea
in a dehydrated nigger's mouth I dismiss piss
I'll be like Scrooge crucifyin' Jesus on fuckin' christmas
bitches like to use my fuckin'

should take "Back 2 Da
Lab" back to the lab
You should take "Simply The Best" with me
Come on, don't kid me
Simply the best or simply a mess
I will simply

peace, nah, none of that
We gon' fry 'em like fish filet
I get the drop then think of my music
I don't know what risk to take
I'm watching the news

I've learned English from the text written on bucks and pounds,
From the songs by "t.A.t.U.", from their CD-covers, from the pay channels I watched

puttin' up our own gates
This my land, bitch you on the planet of the Nates
Big Dro said it first, I'm here to take his place
As the new kid

on the news we so confused all these question marks
They not gone buy no real estate they gone invest in rods
Then pop a perc and get so high to infinity

and then throw it on a track
Like drake said this not song I'm just laying down the facts
Yeah
I'm just laying down the facts
No vaccine can prepare you for

confidence on silent
Fucking with my money is an L, don't try it
Leave his ass surrounded by water like islands
Claiming they the truth, but that's borderline