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09-21-05, 03:28 PM | #1 | |
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3 verse freestyle lookin for a crew tell wut yall think
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you got the attention of all the fellaz so the chickens are jealous
they at ya toes when it rains tryna hold ya unbrella tryna be the new me in town all the niggaz wanna get down when they gettin no paly they find you on there bad side the callin you bitch now Sophomore year two years to go all you tryna do is get ya money and make dough got a part-time job and the man callin ya bluff always out to cheat us as if if our love at enuff On top of that Problems in the Home Daddy dearest tured abusive he got ya mom scared thoughts of of skippin out are useless how can you get the grades if u cant focus sixteen and gettin hit this drunk nigga think he Joseph givin you black eyes so in school you wearin glasses friends ask wut happened but best believe behing ya back they laughin You show no worry but the pain dont hide Babygurl wipe ya eyes I'm here so dont cry Eternal fire to you tellin lies tellin me i wuz safe Icant take it no longer father open the gate I've seen all I can take from child killings to rape My hearts lyrics slip through ya spirit,body,and soul makin you feel the way I felt when these rhymes wuz wrote my antidote a little weed smoke,time,and thought makin me come up wit that raw shit workin ya heart I know you ya feel me cuz wut im sayin is true now would I lie to bout my life and wut I've been through tell me have u ever lost a best friend to drugs and gats had to tell his mother knowin shed have an attack Sorry lady but ya son and I were runnin the block went in the wrong neighborhood crossin our knots Actin foolish when we should have been home in the bed restin instead homie took to to the head He never made it I went hot summers and cold winters wit no dinner and a freezer full of ice aint nuthin nice I never had green so when I did get it I had to work and run wit it have fun wit it high speeds and seven-fourties niggaz starin hard many battle and war stories bitches love my scars they do care though cuz i get paid plus I'm from the Yard town to town gettin down thats how we do it baby undercovers we wearin rubbers cuz catchin A.I.D.S is crazy I do the unbelievable and talk the sweetest game and I see more dough that Snipes on the money train me being broke is the funniest joke its like a nigga tellin me I stole the song he wrote I aint tryna get caught up in the madness life is good Itz Da Tru Cashmoney follow me outta the hood |
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