Some real shit ... read completly please.

Alot of niggaz dont know what its like to be in my shoes be in my tims. See where i end, where i begin. All of my deeds, all of my sins. So many foes so little friends. So many gunz so little fun, So many drugs so little love. My mans caught 2 in his ribs one in his nuts. Now he in bed wonderin will he have any kids will he be able to fuck. Now them same niggaz wanna murder his peeps, all ova word on the street, damn, when will it cease, when will there be peace, not just in the East but up on these streets. My Godfather got hit wit 40 years someone talked to the jakes, his son runnin from tha law he hopin tha states. Mean while im up on my block doin my thing, dreamin of jewls and plenty of rings. Learnin the game earnin my name, niggaz touch one of mine im burnin his frame. 16 in the clip, 16 Oz in a pound. Thats the number my life revolves around. And yet i still do this rap thing cuz im tryin to get payed and move to the burbs, fuck pushin them birds i rather get payed by the word. Cop a new car every time i drop some new shit, And make my name know on some DJ Clue shit. Lace my click in the club walkin in herds. To get drunk and higher than the crime rate in Los Angeles burbs.... what!

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