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son growing up To sell dope on the block I feel sorry for children that Got parrents like that They ain't got nobody to put 'em on the right track Then
You’re the rug in the toilet! A 24 service, they all love to visit. So listen you fool, don’t go down that lane. They see you, they’ll whip you, introduce
Nothing seems to appease them In the last days The Risen Son Will wake the sleeping CHORUS Halloween Instead Celebrate with The Living
A lyrical assassin accused of track harassing Pedal mashin' my passion is just to cash in Living in a box I had to learn to think up out it Musically I
bout to pick up steam any time I'm on a track Still at the level where all the competition's unmatched Still bout that action knocking the opposition
the way he grip the mic device, is he worth the price? Most times I can't see his skills, it's microscopic y'all niggaz ain't makin music son, ya need
to lender My money long, only short thing is my temper I drive by the shells, can't get caught in the fender cnd I'm lucky that the law never caught
& tie, got ya bitch staring hard cnd it's apparent y'all Be faking it for the gram I'm taking shit to the grave You taking shit to the stand Satan could
a brick through your window and I'll kick in your teeth I got a methadone twitch with a Vicodin itch I'm smoking crank on a foil like a son of a bitch
celebrities who all claim you as fans Or readjusting my music to parallel the new trend Or go off first impressions and think I made a new friend I'll prolly
the top of class wit a powdered nose, Starving garden wit no water how’d the flower grow Mama stick by her son that’s the mother code, While he plotting wit
to wait form six till noon By the time the doctor cam out the child died in the waiting room Doctor, Doctor open up your door Is my money or my life worth
just the funds, but the guns in the vest No more fun, you've got sons to protect The crackers wanna see you hung by the neck What the fuck y'all
Like the Vatican Throne I bring the life into a Track like I'm Lazarus Home So never fuck around with me I'm a statue of stone Digging graves by
to unveil all of the mysteries Looking back at the tracks of a timeline We rewind to find we're blind, never mind Bring my wings and set sail for death
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