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[talking]
I remember (i remember)
Right before i used to go to sleep (right before i used to go to sleep)
Me and my mom (me and my mom)
My mom used to tell me to say (my mom used to tell me to say)
Now i lay me down to sleep (now i lay me down to sleep)
I pray to the lord my soul to keep (i pray to the lord my soul to keep)
If i shall die (if i shall die)
Before i wake (before i wake)
I pray to the lord (i pray to the lord)
My soul to take (my soul to take)
So much drama in a nigga life
I have to take the scenic route home, and check the closets at night
Not afraid of the dark, just what the dark hides
Killas with they facemask, tryin' to get my safe cash
If i catch 'em should i blast, nigga?
Hell yeah
Cause if they catch me up in they shit, i'ma dead man
My eye for your eye, that's what the pages read
By any means necesary, thats what malcolm said
So i'ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
Fuck a lot of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo
It's hard but fair
Mjg told your bitch ass
Quick fast, i make my shit last, and put you in the past
Don't ask cat, go get a mask and a gat
Snatch a nigga wife, and make her tell ya where them bitches at
Mafia style, break the code and i'ma break your back
Straight up dogg, i put the house on that
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What you wanna do?
Go to war man?
Well, talk is cheap, and the game done changed
Fights, only midnight gun blaze
So i say
Watch your back and don't come around my way
[talking]
What must be
What shall be
That which is necesity to him that struggles
Is little more than choice to him that is willing
One of them fake niggaz, i'm hot like tnt
Blow up, and have you standin' in a puddle of pee-pee
See me, you couldn't do if you sight was 20-20
My lyrics so fat they made me go and call jenny
Used to be poor like penny, not anferne, but janet
Until i unleashed my poetry upon the planet
Harder than granite
Player haters can't stand it
White folks would ban it, cause they children demand it
Tryin' to live a life, i've been fightin' to escape
Earnin' my respect, and never takin' breaks
Breakin' cakes
Everyday i'm on a paper chase
Shake and bake
Just so i could double up my ri-up
We buck, but don't nobody wanna find that out
Murder niggaz lyrically instead of pullin' my gat out
Now i'm on some hard core, makin' me a mill shit
Nothin' but the real shit
Soldier in the field shit
Feel this,
Nigga life will never slow it down
You need to do like new edition baby, cool it now
One of us gon' chill, it's gon' be me or you cat
Fuck what you heard, i put the house on that
Bitch
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