BROUGHT INTO DIS WORLD I WAS INNOCENT.....
LEARNT BAD, LEARNT GOOD......
CHOSE BAD STILL IN DA HOOD......
STILL ON DA BLOCK.....
TRADING CLASS A DRUGZ.......
P.D.C KNOWN AS CLASS A THUGZ.....
AND I'VE BEEN IN THESE SLUMZ.....
FOR 20 ODD YEARS, CRIED 20 ODD TEARS 4 NIGGAZ NOT HERE......
IM DEAF I DON'T HEAR......
DATS HOW IT SEEMS.....
IM A STUBBORN PHUCKER, I DON'T LIKE 2 BE TOLD...
GUESS DATS Y I STILL ON DA ROADS......
STILL ON DA ENDZ......
HUNGRY WIT TALENT AND SNAKES AS FRIENDS....
NOT ALL BUT FEW.....
THEY WILL SMILE WIT YA MUM, BUY U A DRINK, BUT SPIT IN YA FOOD....
OR JUST SEND U 2 JAIL...
FOR A QUICK BUCK...... FASTER THAN A QUICK PHUCK...
THEY DONT GIVE A PHUCK.....
DATS WHY WE STICKIN EM UP........
WE SWITHCHING ON NIGGAZ........
LIKE CRAWFORD WHEN HE PICKING ON NIGGAZ....
WE TRY'NA STACK THESES FIGURES......
DONT PLAY, COZ WE DONT WANNA HAVE TO PUT GATS TO LIVERS.....
DONT HIDE DA FACTS WE SINNERS......
IM SAYIN FEEL MY PAIN.....
STAY IN YA HOUSE OR FEEL DA RAIN......
COZ IT'S COLD OUTSIDE....
DA Poverty Driven Children IS OUTSIDE......
NIGGAZ PUSH KEYS LIKE PIANO PLAYERS....
MOUNTIN CASH STACK LIKE HIMALAYERS.......
WE CANT MATCH IT.......
WE BUY HACKET......
AND FLICK RATCHETS......
LOAD GUNZ, RUN IN YA DRUMS & TAKE FUNDZ.......

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BIRDIE ROTH