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So you fuck niggas ain't got
The right to tell me to be humble
Cause even with that gun them
Rebels still robbed us blind
But they fucked up and made

you were the best
And then realizing pride is what makes you a mess
I don't want to take the lazy route
Too many spend their days amazed just by laying

Wou!
What do you
What do you mean?
What do you mean I can't drink these 10 shots all by my damn self?

So!
Man- I don't
I'm not jealous, I don't care

for sure and he knows

He's a lot more to grow
No doubt he put on a show
But you can't deny the fact
This young Navajo is on a roll

I walk it I talk it

the news
How I'm bout to reach you when you ain't even in touch with you
How you see the world when you attached to counting daily views
Yeah, I'm inside

want to
Maybe this make up
May be perfect for you
You masked up for the entertainment
Flask down every time you hurt me
Saying I ain't gone make it
I'm

and I buy you stuff
I put ya head in the hunt
I get you killed in a hush
Guess it’s that time of the month
N****s ain’t saying to much
He probably dead in

at the same time
Ima talk my shit
Ain't nobody ever look me in my face and said I wouldn't be shit
Man stop playing with me
1119 holding hands with me
Making

Supa Star

Group Home

Masterpiece, Vol. 1: DJ Mixed by Pete Rock

2006

level
It's the Nutcracker givin' hell to the devil
Playin' the game the New York pain
Makes me wanna bust but I just maintain
'Cause now-a-days I talk

metal to your head
Hit the lick wont be no get back cause he's fuckin' dead
Imma need my lawyer bitch I don't talk to fuckin' feds

Tell em you ain't do

level
It's the Nutcracker givin' hell to the devil
Playin' the game the New York pain
Makes me wanna bust but I just maintain
'Cause now-a-days I talk

more
Much more you did
We don't talk about it
But I know you did
The fact you can't look me in my eyes
See I know you did
How you have him running around

I couldn’t say, “fuck you”, I ain’t accomplish shit
Living a dream bitch it’s obvious
None of you niggas is stopping this
And you would swear by

ain't shit"
You can be whatever you wanna be but, the life we had to live was out there
It was rough, it was hustling, it was gang banging
It was out

shit
Gang shit
Free gang shit
That's what I'm saying you niggas ain't ambitious you niggas ain't coming from roaches building to studios
Truth be told I

the valley 
The tec flow, through the valley 
Boom and bam Hear my voice echo through the valley! 
Rose raise dead, from New York to Cali. 
I know you

around the block I done seen all that happened boy
This shit ain't new bitch ain't faking like a decoy
This the shit that happens
Call me crazy like I'm

man with 8 or 9 of them they think they can't be touched
Jumping me with knives and bricks and they still just can't do shit
If you need a gang

Straight to the point I'm the one like McGrady
Before the injuries
These new musical acts killing me
Like the kettle dropped
These niggas is always

cant be beat in a wrangle
Better be careful yo verbiage
I don't need you to get strangled
Get what I get cause I earned it
Chief keef on the weekend

smooth (Smooth)
Country talk too (Too)
Get-getting hot in here
lemme shake and move (Move it)
Never with a crew (I never)
I'll hustle by myself
Cause

me shopping out of New York
Put me in the Benz's an all pink four-door
Fashion galore, he got me all up in Dior
Bitches wanna be me but can't, so they

I ain't  into signing contracts
But you can have my number, you gonna call me back
Said she had man at home and he'll overact
Look at him and look

My feet clip clop to the drip drop of the New York City rain
Brooklyn raised
I came by the way of the kings enslaved
On a boat singing notes of harmony