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sleeps-sleeps
Took the holy pilgrimage
Took the holy pilgrimage
New York stand up!
It ain’t the size of the dog in the fight it’s the size of the fight in the dog

Foxy Brown in my cup, throw it back, the journey steep
Throat to stomach, think the stream is gon be flowing for some weeks, my fucking breath reeks
I

like '09 in Chicago my number Rose
If you know me from school and
I start talkin gritty the city might say I'm a front
Then suburban might say I'm

ima show out
Gotta let em know how it's done in the south
This my own wave built my own clout
Young niggas stout watch as we sprout
Rep all the hoods

guns big Hash too
It was written in a tattoo
International lampoon with cheerleaders in Cancun
Catwoman in a cat suit
Swept off her feet by a hand-broom

Krystal Karrington

Camp Lo

Uptown Saturday Night

1997

Karrington, ice rock gritty
Carly doh on flowin tea flashers, Acapolco how my sign seen
Second to catch it
First I feel it when I peel it
In the hall wit my

Niggas know that I am gritty
Right hand bible on her titty
USA is just an image
We are ruled by fucking sickness

Never knew that I would get it
Now I got

by the reins and turned mistakes into cash
I was the captain of the team and ever since, no looking back
So on the field or in the booth, I'm giving

always cold and gritty
Touched by many hands and taught to always crave and crave
A heart being mended to one day feel whole again
One hand washes another,

So i walk up in this bitch surrounded by enemies
Out numbered by the odds but i got two friends with me
Gotta watch are backs for the snake like

think how them days went
Trynna bring back more than I brung out shit by the days end
I can barely speak on the conditions we was raised in
The system

Little Sammy was a kid on a council estate
His dad listened to the skids, the slits and the slates
So Sammy listened too, he loved the passion in it

tryna slide
Got the 40
Like a shawty by my side
If the 30 go in ha
It’s gon be a homicide
Body cold like winter
But it’s summer outside (yea)
But it’s

a body dropped it by the lake
I been moving in and out of state
Mama said stay in one place
Go to church stay in god grace
Got bad habits like I'm Steve

get it done lil bra don't do it to look cool
I got to pay the city back man I caused havoc in them schools
6th grade year hopping schools ended in

only to settle for fairy tales, I want it gritty, real, no black tint,
Lush with feelings, man I wanna be rushing Like my endgame is kneeling

The ones who had our back
Fuck a manager bey try and manage that
People did me wrong and I ain’t even mad at that
I wanna see you smile
Even if it means you

Thug War

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

ransom 

50 g's, need keys to free their grandson 

Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for 

You get your wig split back, caught in this

drugged up 
I’m still feeling clouded so shut the fuck up

I grew up on the gritty streets 
It was hard (ugh)
Fed up gettin on my feet
Playing cards
Tryna

pretty
But fuck it look how ya did me
That gritty shit but my city
Of Birmingham unforgiving
So picture me acting different
Bih picture me in a distance

alone
I got it out the mud, I put it in every song
And god got my trust, he teaching me right from wrong
Living in my city, Niggas clutching ion know who

Buck Bounce

DJ Melo-Mix

Game for Yo Azz

2001

it's funny at
Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat
Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft
Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff that
I'm

in sin's closet, our conflict was cosmic
God plotted to stop it, hit the demonic with a shot
I was coppin' narcotics, agnostic with a plot
No optics

inside my helmet
Who that dude?
Raz who?
Bar spitter nothing new
Wind it back sipping schlitz
Spitting cyphers in the goose
Thats a tongue twist
I paint