you underground cats like harriets railroad short on tracks/
talking shit but like a candle stick you get caught on wax/
call me mr pringles the way im holding these stacks/
you would think i worked at mickey d's the way im loading these macs/
but lets get away from the punchlines and back to the game/
everybody gotta different name but your all rappin the same/
i dont understand, you copy him but he aint sellin/
you keep saying its hard in the street muthafucka who you telling/
im out here everyday yall see me on the block/
chinese food in my hand a quarter key in my sock/
hustling from dusk to dawn with all these actors on my set/
cause school aint a option, fuck gettin a masters i wanna check/
but yall know the saying we broke together yall rich alone/
but we play by mlb rules my niggas'll pitch a phone/
then run home to re-up, smal but got that wieght in the house/
shorty walking down the block holding a eighth in her blouse/
everybody criminal minded/
if theres a dollar they'll find it/
even if theres a man in blue waiting with cuffs behind it/
but i aint never do a bid like im at a bullshit auction/
cause the code of the streets tell you to move with caution/
and i take heed to the word like read in the bible/
cause shit is unexpected, you dont have to do it to be held liable/
too many innocent faces behind them bars in the jails/
but now niggas rap about prison and their scars cause it sells/
that aint gangsta, you got jumped in the yard/
no body really thinks you got that lump on your head cause you hard/
bullet wounds dont heal nigga you ugly for life/
cause when you dead after your son leaves your wife/
and what she gone do when real thugs run in the crib/
they want her life fuck the money you think they gon let her live/
nope so get it str8 get your act together/
matter of fact learn how to speak and get your rap together/
silly ma'fuckas go gold then go broke/
yall remember with happen to the oldest kid from different strokes/
he got his bridge burnt down stuck on the broke side of town/
cause it dont take much for shit to get turned upside down/
and you wont hear this on the album this is for you so called thugs/
selling nicks dimes on your block and your other so called drugs/
be serious you buy sneakers and your re-up is gone/
i rather be hearing yo branson man we love this song

Yep....... Keep Reppin Bro

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P.D.C
BIRDIE ROTH

shit was tight

that shit was some flames like that shit

thanx yall anybody wanna start a crew holla at me i gotta label out called "criminal intent" so if you got some hot shit and wanna get down or buy some beats or anything holla at me

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