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How this Uso from the block who's been trying to score
Finally get a shot y'all done fucked up and signed for war
Blame it on my mama I'm a thug
Blame

Looking back Shit was Mad when I was young
Mum was hardly home Dad was getting drunk
Living in some flats stacked up in the slums
Sitting in my gaff

Kurtis Blow'n dough in the Bahama (para todo los) dia
For me to have to sip of Suga T with Melodie
My X Mama Mia Misdeameanor Missy
Lets get Layzie

arrows in the summer
We got flow like the wind fae the souther
There's nae limits we wouldny go for each other
Compare us, tae Amaru n mopreme
We moved

to admit, she back on the kid
Like back givin Brim, for bag & the rick
Wiser then Penny I already hit, like already ript
Like Ham on the pist
I can do bad by

string for me was the picture in the last frame
So I fought through the doubt and decisions
I made it a mission of always staying consistent
N' pushing my

on my own
Can't mama Melody was too raw
By the collar n leash ima dawg
The picture is clear
Gotta go beyond the near
Life for a new meaning and feel
I

Ng'gijimisa ley'ntsaiza
Really living by the code but a family and some kids what I strive for
Ey'ning ziyang'idolize'a, Nina n'zam' uk'mize'a that I'm goated

Way of Life

Tapeminatti

Hell Razah: Digital Dope Music Dosage One

2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by

She standing there in the dark and she glaring for a minute now
I don't need talk read her mind for a living now
It's a new day but we about to make

the hard life...)

[E-40]
I'm so damn disobey'ish, tryin' ta' get by,
Dippin' and dabbin', slick and slide,
Skippin' and skappin', high as a kite,

got to make a living
You get put on, not by a teacher nor type of religion
But by sinning and winning culture around hype creating fiction
For Im

& they dail them 3 digits
These Bitches be sick 
Think they slick, get admitted 
You come and ask if I did 
I’ll admit it 

You Cross me 
You meet this

since there head was fucking chop by being a thug I know that's really rough
Pero bichó you got to move on
Hard work pays off
For your brighter future

Backwoods thug'n
I ain't really in to clubbing
Rather stack this money
Might crack the ace like fuck it
Never put all yo eggs in one basket
Even though they

Live It Up

2Pac

Hip Hop Connection

2004

to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Little busta, I hit em up

Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz,

Forbidden Godz of Khemet
Returning from the past
The proof is in sarcophagus
Exhumed from the sands
Our history is twisted
By the ones who stole

arm
Ain’t got no poker face I am who I are
Ima Don u pron dispose of you just for fun
Reckless like like hit n run
I just makes sure she come way be for

only good for head 
If Lil hoe want the cock and got the guap she worthy to that bread 
I done bust my Glock you rap about it is you busting lead 
Keep

from the rules (let's go)
Living my life I got something to prove
Just turned 21 but got something to lose (something to lose)
履いてるスキニー時間にはloose (Gang)

are gear is the crisps' , my guess it's that this year we have a section for the realest

cin't ya boy a god send like grants from higher living

are gear is the crisps' , my guess it's that this year we have a section for the realest

cin't ya boy a god send like grants from higher living

I’m dicing up syllables slick with the cuts

CHORUS
we are not the same we are different 
looking all around and I’m by myself 
my career will never be

where i sleep, now give me my key

[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with