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As a younin we mobbin cracking wit the silk, big head little body, had a little tilt, were the days of the and the 45 duck head rubber salesman caught me live, was it worth it on the surface, I can't even lie, we was hustling its nothing since 1993, as a kid our future's so hard see you stunt your growing you blowing what's it gonna be, you live you life so hard, still you got it easy, moving fast in the wind with the breeze believe me, got that cease fire, just a little bit at ah time girl suck it easy,
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I couldn't hide behind the tint forever, thought I was clever, trying ta write like keller, couldn't hear or see the fellas, wif jealous, couldn't take the path she overzealous, the masses us, "you couldn't put me in this world again" at least what they tell us. give in til you get what you want
Cease Cease Fire Cease Fire We Higher
Eyes watch as she explores the lab she getting in my art work dim the lights at last, now for the hard where was I wine glass, looking like she from the orchard with nine passed, to sweat to make it last now for the difficult task acting I'm not trying ta smash, blood pouring my veins like half empty glass I just had, she mentions how glad she is to meet someone with such articulate speech she asking question like she trying ta get me to the greek and I'll be there if its by way of the cheeks I'm off meat still i wonder what its like afterwards, to have such a chick at my finger tips, soft and sweet under pressure ravishing between my six hundred plus sateen sheets still these are just thoughts. Cease
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I couldn't hide the tint forever, thought I was hella clever, ta write like hellen keller, couldn't hear or see the fellas, wif jealous, couldn't take the she overzealous, the masses sell us, "you couldn't put me in this world again" at least that's they tell us. Never in til you get what you want
Cease Fire Fire Cease Fire We Higher
3 Big big drinking breath smelling like I spent 4 Lincolns on my rugs no mud or dust the Fruit and the dark brown J's I blazed, I you smell the smoke from a distance, have you your shades, now that we on ah escapade and Andrew I rolled 2 Os my partner looked out for a nigga so now the whole hoods out for a guess I got on my shoes, real smokers not confused by the metaphors I've used, now for view, you see me upside down, niggas popping round the town so much metropolis done fuck around turned into tropics except man makes the money women and the product is it No need to excuse yourself, but while you yappiing pass the bitch to someone else.