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Know cause They wearing uniform every day Riding down Tara walking up Flint 
Stop by the Sunoco get me some chips
Step in your backyard might take

told me, mone don't go home go striaght to the hospital
Trying not to think of the worst
But it's a gift and a curse knowing anything's possible
Now I'm

droppin' on your fake persona like a bomber
Who keeping focus. I'm being highly explosive
And folks should know this before they test what I composes
When

came up in the city
Where we don't know folk
'Til my soul go cold
I'mma tell 'em that they just don't know
(They'll never take me alive)
I'mma tell 'em

fuck
With weed with the seed stuffing
What I blaze gets me oh so higher
Burn more white widow smoke than an
Old folks home on fire
I make change cha

trouble
It got me crazy how my people live to struggle (What my people sing?)

Dedicated to my people in Chicago, good old folks!

Nigga for Hire

Hard Knocks

School of Hard Knocks

1992

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These types are not hard to come by or get
Ass-kissers to protect a paycheck
Gomer Pyle stays behind the steering wheel
Leavin homicides to him,

Ain't got no
TP for his family
His wife did tell him "Get Purell"
And he ain't got that neither
Just 'cause some old geezers
Filled their SUVs
With crap

black whips that can speed down strips
No big straps that can levitate souls
No knife crime over two post codes
Look around, nice home, all white folk

of the hill
Lockin' in deals wait on the back end
Comin' in clutch
By my lonely until it's on me
Don't like to go Dutch
Even when blowin' only woods or cones

a day
This bitch
Think she's cheating on me
Know how I know?
I come home the parrot always like "quick out the window!"
And now I know she's faking

guess I cause my pain on my own
Karma it hit hard it's hitting home
It's best if you just go leave me alone
You better by yourself keep being strong
I

Uh, no ink from my pen, fresh off the dome
Uh, killer Cali, Stalifornia, that's my home, Yeah
I'm back at it again, bitch, I'm destined to win

behind a slogan
So they can terrorize old folks and burn down homes and steal Nikes cause they’re greedy as fuck
I mean like what does stealing shoes have

dead folks and they kid
 I'm the one who they missing they bets on 
cll them nights i done crept with my Teflon
I'm precise by the step never stepped

My people people came so far hanging high up in the sun
Ain't shit changed we just dying by the gavel or the gun
Pain me and all my people need

when ya girl say it make it sound like a hymn
I'm feeling like mims
This is why I'm hot
Throat goat tying cherries in a knot
Even old folks groovy when I

Ye'ain't worthy of dirty, situation ugly but the lessons learned pretty,
Grand folks by 30
Now surely, y'all ain't still talking about our slow tongue
Did

of dirty, situation ugly but the lessons learned pretty
Grand folks by 30
Now surely, y'all ain't still talking about our slow tongue
Did ya' forget where yo'

come in, don't be scared
Revealing that the Jash is a
Mask with too much time
And far too much love for an old band gone by
'Cos this is a passion

tough luck
But I say fuck 'em and go for broke
'Cause in a toe to toe then you totally own 'em
I'd rather die happy and broke in an old folks home
Than

at the end of some rain 
And folks won’t always show you love though you give em the same 
I live by some advice from thorough niggas only 
Other day one nigga

the horn
Some folks need sleep for work
I don't sleep I just feed the urge
I got sheep to herd
It's no even odds
It's no key for birds to fly out the cage

house looks the same as
Far as the eye can see
Let here be perfection
The quintessence of privacy
My folks lied to me when I was young:
"There’s nothin’