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Havoc
Its kinda bugged how I go sometimes
Know they staring, Brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing
Stuck, Contemplating on who I can trust
But like lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed
But thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad , Rip your hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, smoke the pot, Confirm if it is real reefer or not
Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib
Gem Star, double edge apply pressure
Shave em down, Blow marks right through your mecca
Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look,
Stick em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push
God-Body, With a rubber grip black shotti
Pump one in his as* make that nigg* switch hobbies
A dossage, hand delivered, without postage
Bring it to your door step quick on short notice
get sniped like, Klonker Brockite
Show em how to rock right, when girls hold the mic, street life
Hook
Why you have to raise me this way, you taught me how to survive the
concrete, but how long only time will say, forever you a part of me
Why you have to raise me this way, im surprised we alive today
For how long who am I to say, forever you a part of me...
Big Noyd
This is something you feel nigg*, like the theme song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill street news
How he gone, and left his moms mind struck
Now his brother ain't giving a fk
Little sister giving up the b*tt now, Dun don't wet that
I want you to rest black, cause you better belive Noyd gon handle that
Cause when I get em, I'm gonna have em
Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them
I ain't no killer, you know me
But I'll be d*mned if I don't lie for my co-d
And then this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey
But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means
I never been clean
nigg*, my whole click got dirty
>From the battles, to the trials and blood up shirtsleeves
nigg* you heard me
Its Gangsta
Hook 2x
Prodigy
Vision the canvas I paint a picture
Similar to Ernies Barnes nigg*
But mines is more ghetto more guns
More drugs, mostly thugs
All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fk out
Park benches broke, a nigg* stretched out
Jumped off the roof to his death its real
Hand Ball walls displayed with R-I-P murials
Those who sling, play the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep em going while the snows blowing
Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke
And Spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke
The sun set looks beautiful over the projects
What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at
If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off
Sometimes miss when they lick off don't get clipped off
Street life
Hook 2x