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of you 
Just glad to be the vibe and that I ain't no alcoholic too 
Made to grab the ball since youth and nowhere to be running now 
Looking at it all

see me nurtured by my music
These haters can never move me been grinding since you knew me 
From where I'm sitting I'm just steadily improvin
...Whether

titties around
Yo I got slang when I talk
Dick swing when I walk
Bitch you know what I'm bout
Million put in the bank
Wake up InThaPink yeah
Imagine,

And the ones who love you the ones that you gotta kill it for

Ain't no question I'm gangster as I am spiritual
And though I've been to hell still the damage was

and a breakthrough...
Break this Pride and keep me humble...
The righteous Gon live by faith...
cboudung with the works of grace..
Deal bountifully with my soul..set my

And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was

take money, leave a dumb bitch so demonitized
My bank account look like a lot of donuts while you bitches can't afford an apple pie

I'll pull up with

can't wield these Texas Tech's
(TECs) , you ain't Bob (K) Night
Who the fuck would wanna do this?
I would want to live instead
Bigga nigga, bigger grave

Still My Hood

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

hood!
Hold up! 'Cause even though;
You can't meet a girl ain't fucked a nigga you know
Gotta' love my hood!
This the same place you can't getta' job

talk, man, I really don't fear that
Ready to die like B.I.G, don't fear man
If you're really on P, I'm there, man
Been up in the scene, they lie, not

Me, That It’s Not So Bad
It’s Not So Bad
Dear Notch, You still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I’m not mad I just think it’s messed up

Conscious rappers real woke with
A played-out message
Just the stalest of the crumbs
Dropped down by their professors
You're a house boy doing what you

ain't gotta reason[02:03.08]Girl what you saying, pop out for the evening[02:05.08]Dropping the torch, fall off every season[02:07.96]Can't process you

Listen, the Lord wants to talk to you
You see, in the beginning, He used to walk with us, till sin came and replaced trust
Then we had to move, cause

that you was a legend (oh, he can see)
Shit crazy, but y'all already know that
On the strength of Nip, I ain't screamin' out, "Free Kodak" (nope)
Meek

you'll change and feel happy with fulfillment
I know you have traumas that we ain't ever talked about
Repressed emotions caused by the things that you

the team and, uh (Uh)
You know (Get you in) i I can't
I got a really important meeting
With these fat Michelin tires
And this fuckin' blunt (Uh, can can we?)

nah, nah, nah
But he say he a god
Ha Ha Ha
Nah, Nah
I know he ain't a god
Nah, nah, nah, nah
My God created you
Boy what you on
Aahh
Why can't I talk

were sets
In new york we still had
To watch for death

Im trained by Lupe
By Rakim
I listened to Nas
I never rest
I take this serious
In my head
I stand

like mustard
Baby I want the cake let me get that custard
I want to give it to you like an American pie
And if she let me ain't nobody can touch her

all the memories
Of Janets damage done to me

I guess this world is incomplete
I can't compete
This all you hear
And all you see
This real life
Planet

Only enticed by the things that I like
God will make sure that my spirit contrite
Walk it like I talk it
Even with some empty pockets
I ain't going off

My favourite nitty's always coming short
The one I hate scores the most
My shawty talks the most
Never sticking to a word
If you've ever said you

no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh