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living in the hood life
Man i never understood life really never understood life
All red no suge night not blood neither it just look nice my block 49
Cut

ahhh
Work until my bones all rot
Pull up hop out
Pull up hop out
On the block now
Where it's hot now
Look alive before you die out
All night they

I can't be fuckin these hoes
Uh
Uh
I can’t fuck on these bitches can’t fuck on these hoes
I’m on the road and I’m doing shows
Run up them benjis

I blow this herb to medicate myself through all these lessons
Woke up another day on earth, I take that as a blessing
Pour my emotions on the verse,

Poppin on a addy
With a baddie
And she feeling lil nasty
Up the backseat
And she gettin' lil frisky
She so risky
And we sippin' and we tipsy
Fuck

Ed

King Missile

Happy Hour

1992

don't know what I'm laughing at. 
I don't know just what I think is so Goddamn funny. 
I don't know why I don't just shut up and give up and lay down

Fake bonds
Fake trust
Dawg you really done let me down
I can’t even believe it
All of those times you hit up my line
Cause something was needed
You know

Won't even wet you up, hang a nigga dry cleaning
The critics can define me cause they don't know the meaning
The scars cut deep and it's internal bleeding

it up and switch it up in every way, when work ain't meeting the pay take risk that are Risque with no complaints at all see this comes from

Never make the homies catch you on the block
They gon stretch you out leave you looking like a sock
Everybody outside smoking good pot
Black Glock

Nigga, you know you got me fucked up?
Don't fucking play with me, you wanna try your luck?
You in your phone scrolling while we tryna talk
Now you

on that block when a nigga got hungry I couldn’t buy none
Pulled up sum fast 200 on the dash lil niggas they might kill sum
Told the lil bitch suck some

I'm tryna settle down with never settling
Cut off all my hoes, I had to dead the flings
I pray I ain't Carmelo and I get a ring
I'm changing up my

blame me
I'm what the streets made me
I'm the underdog of the top
I'm used to that
It was the way on the block
I had to shoot a nigga with a Heckler

(park)
Don't take a walk in the park (no!)
Last thing he saw was a spark (spark)
Your block is the target it's dark (flash!)
I'm still tryna duck

Angel Tears

Tapeminatti

Hell Razah: Digital Dope Music Dosage One

On the dirty blocks of Red Hook, we learned to get our first checkbook
Be a crook, let the cocaine cook
Little brothers turn to workers, cops draw guns
So

Jazz in the club, we bringing jazz to the 
Club, I got liquid grass in my cup
Growing up we blowing up
I blow enough stuff to make my hair fluff

sticks like the Indians leave his asss dead if he fucking with my tipi 
I’ll wet yo block like figi 

Ohhh I made it momma turn the channel momma we on 
I

five seconds
I pre-gamed, and I'm drunk as fuck, grab the bottle and pour it up, call the Uber, I ain't drink enough, that nada punch in my double cup, I

to reap
It's time to eat
I look ahead
Don't see
I came I saw
I aimed a shot
I'm trying to plot
I run the block
Ha you mad
See I might sound like I'm

not give it all
Yeah
Knowing I already gave a lot
Remember cold nights cashing out at save a lot
With noodles stains engraved in pots
Saved up, got

a fact we assuring...
Got my sign up high, Goodbye President Orange
You'se a maggot
Use of boredom...
Very misinforming...
I pray that we get, some better

dat
I’m caking up
I ain’t got time for dat
We can just hit the club
I ain’t got time for dat
But to tell you the truth 
I ain’t got time for dat
Just

i'm done fucking thotties
The trash washes up, when the waters choppy
There ain't no fun in lying rather tell the truth
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