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finally asked my pops how he felt back when 'Pac died
Man, cause I done shed so many tears
I done grew so many years in a month
I finally got my drive, I

up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

And now he's locked away
Twenty-one years of age
How many

by that la la la
And spending bankrolls
Time keep on like dot dot dot
So what you waiting for
Don't you know the grave coming
I keep hearing blaow

for many reasons
We is not the same I know my worth I am not conceited
Women fall in love by the way I look I don’t have to eat it
But when I do get

Jafet
Back by popular demand
The one they love but they can't stand, I get it
But they know who I am, let's get it
They pay attention when I drop

Remember

Nature

For All Seasons

2000

When these so called thug niggas played in the street
I used to hear the stories
Live niggas here before me
Like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats,

the real Jack
But there really is so many things I'd do differently
So much that I'd change, if only I could go back

burning me alive
It's that section 8
It's trying to keep me minimized
It took me way too many years to finally realize
That you can't fight fate
Can't fight

something I could never live without (Nah)
So many thoughts up in my head and now they're written down
I'm going crazy, had to find a way to go and get 'em

me my roses fore i'm boxed in
they only praise your soul when your spirit no longer locked in 
earned so many stripes, it's safe to say that i'll be

The Harvest

Boondox

The Harvest

2006

made my first rate
Hands of full believers full of murder and hate
Used by many souls, many years on the crops
Slicin through dicing thought wheat

instead no
For some reason I get another day to breathe
But this a fragile reality so many "what if's" and "coulda be's" right
This about a day I should

back and forth with the pacing, 
And facing so many choices, 
The focus is getting notice, 
They thinking that I'm a novice, 
Or novice, man fuck that

writing these raps forth & back for twenty five years
But not everybody survived here, lost too many of my peers
To the cage or to the grave I've shed my

I roast you like seeds sesame
Boy why you so obsessed with me
Your ex yeah she get dressed for me
She on my snapchat texting me
You tried to run that

niggas got kicked out, they came here to bundle up and when a bitch came through she know we wasn't cuddling up
So many thangs found around the house for

need to see what I'm feeling inside when I'm with you
So many emotions have traveled through me
And I can tell I'm gonna be feeling one tonight

I wonder

From stress, where I write hooks like a fight method
Like credit I'm indebted for my misuse
My life is like a magazine, got so many issues
God edits

all I got hustling was hard to stop
But I used to get caught by cops so I had to chill and get off the block
Plus they talk a lot
I got to make it I

go by Dizzy Wright though, with the rifle
In 1991, I'm lookin' like Michael
The same year that the police beat up
On Rodney King and gave us
Something

Warriorz

M.O.P.

Warriorz

2000

'em right here! in the middle of the street

Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat
You know it ain't nothin' sweet
I'm betrayed by

and stop that
Known to run laps 'round these lames and suckaz
You can tell by my slang that I hang with hustlaz
From the era of the Pyrex swagger

I didn't imagine this when I imagined that
And motherfucker suck a dick I wouldn't take it back
A motherfucker torn to pieces so I'm made to scrap

there are so many people
Who have helped me along the way
To the people who have told me
It will all be ok
I'm not a believer
But for you I'll still pray