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itching caging about sexing
Irritated by your yeast infection
She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her
Sit in her ass all day and watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids
the company
Come from P-H-I-L-L-Y
Where the young guns pop and the shells sail by
Illadelphi is the place that's divided
Where the hate and murder rate pace is
then fall from grace
But you know, (*inhales*) things move slow
I refuse to lose the game like dude from blow (*exhales*)
Like it ain't crazy enough,
his insight
Visions provided a clue to his finds
He'd power our planet, by using his mind, with
Hard work, long nights
Far serve from the wrong life, he
once
Yeah
And here's another piece of advice
Stay away from kids
Cause their hair is filled with mad lice
There's no such thing
As too much Purell
This
a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been
a bearded man on his squad
So much power from oil money
That poor folks can't sit by him
No problem Osama
Bin Laden been hiding
So long that them pictures all
lookin' at me
Glancin' the kid
Wish you nig was dancin' the jig
Here with this handsome kid
Ciga-cigar right from Cuba-Cuba
I just bite it
It's for
1980, from Philly to Queens
She had a pocket full of lint, he had a suitcase full of dreams
From holdin' me to bagging groceries at the Pathmark
the war is won
And what's done is done, an all-good "Son of a Bush"
I've been there before, "got a letter from government"
Slid underneath, my front door
That's A Beasy Production
I talking about i am the chosen one
I am my momma son
Out of four kids total
She birth the last one
That's i, Im from
he can live through the record
I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayer
It's Black Ink back gettin cake by the layer
By the stack, comin
right
By little kids with great game cause they learned to take aim
At a young age, and to allude police, with a fake name
he's tellin him, i'm Bobby
naughty by nature from Jersey City to Camden
I'm driving through Jersey
Like Tony Soprano
We got our own culture, this is not ctlanta
You hustle? then
and my sister who has been dismissed by all the racial slurs and taught she’d have to be a mother
This for Elijah and for George, fighting for our freedom
Ay Rug see these niggas already know what
It is with me i go hard in the paint
We ain't even got to talk about that
Philly in this bitch, heard that
help from family or friends nobody can really help you now
Scram kid your new to me you bother
Cause I know you niggaz really ain't thugs
you trying
at the function
Well it's some genius who lives by the Junction
He's coming from a Harvard socialite luncheon
Yo -- I hear his jeep clunking
A jeep --
the Zig Zag can't fuck with the Phillies
Holdin' down the wild west like a kid they call Billy
Once again it's MAC 10 the gold crown holda
Strong
around
For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown
Meanwhile study something nigga, this Gucci, Parker
From France where the kids sing Frere
How you supposed to manage this experience
Numbers can't add up unless you take away the curious
George had it right, he left before all of this
Take
deep
Seas
From the darkest, deeper now, so deep
Sea
See, George is a man who loved his white lightin'
Thunder roars and city lights shinin'
Over
blocks from park place
It was a set up, professionally how he got wet up
Closed casket service; the guy said he jerked eminem, and coolio
Plus korn -
shining through
So Close your eyes, make a wish
Hope it comes true
The years have gone by, but I remember it as kid,
My dad slowing down so we could get
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