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The Light
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IP:
iight ..yo
im on the block, sellin that crack-rock..
next thing ya know,cops in the crack-spot..
cuffin niggas to fences,not even takin credentials..
pullin out berretas, hittin niggas with bitch-moves..
i pulled the heata,shot two in the face..
these fuckin renta-cops done ran up in the wrong place..
sprayed with mase, now im down on the ground..
felt a familiar feeling, cold metal next to palms..(handcuffs)
i start flailing, hit em with lefts and rights rainings..
fuckin king-pin him self put me through training..
i cant go to jail, i wasent made for that shit..
id commit suicide before jail or taken a clip..
now im runnin down the alleys,jumpin fences and shit..
seeing police cars, running defensively quick..
im out of breathe,weeds killed my damn stamina..
fuck going to jail, id rather die a free man-lamina.. (and yes lamina is a word)
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