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Dre and
Niggas everything live, nigga
Like Cool and The back in the day play it live, nigga
Fuck you niggas know makin beats?
You dont shit
(Ha ha)
Fuck you ever a nigga in his 20s with a guitar, bitch?

1:
Mothers son, so I
Had to knock a nigga the out on the block if he ever made my sisters cry
I was O Dog and Lorrenz taste dreams red everything niggas what i mean
Red rag top and i the dash pop
Before niggas with stash spots, man
I was a man, dope man
I tried to tell em i could be a felon, i was too good at sellin
Crack, X, Speed, and Heroin - fiends used to me Monroe, cause i used to kill em down in Marilyn
Puttin underground give me a shovel he still alive fuck him, i was on that level
Back then i aint believe in God, if he heal they say on tv why bullets leave a scar?
Revenge is a feelin, but on my sons life when i catch the 2 niggas that shot me ima, em

Desperate moments ive been waiting all my
No mistakes i promise this be my time
I know hustlin leads us to an early
But its the only way, how niggas dying every day?

2:
I watched the coke double up, i was too young to be a cook, so i had to sit back and watch it bubble up
Sittin in the seein gang bangers knuckle up
Watchin the wind blow girls skirts while they dutch
I had straight ds i in trouble much
Either you do my for me or ima fuck you up
lied for me told her friends i was a nice student
Would a had all a's if algebra was Ice
There it is, i a veteran hopin that one day i could be a fuckin hip hop legend
I listened to Nas, Big, Dre, and even though Pac hated him i bumped Jay too
Bought Reasonable Doubt and let it play through
Used to throw my head back, Kanye do
Niggas never thought i would break through, Irv, Gotti, and P Diddy passed but Jimmy and Dre knew

No on this part

3:
Im talkin to my niggas, All and Timberlands
(North Face is a pin and its a thugs marchin?)
For the dearly departed I my knowledge
They say that i was name droppin, i was just payin
For Lil E and Tiana, im sayin that dear mama help me read between the lines pass periods and
The million baby young homie tryna prosper
Act like you dont see me, you might win a
Act like you dont see me, I might pop ya
Niggas singin like Sinatra i box like Hopkins
Left jab like Oscar, im the golden boy, you seen what happened to Roy
Yeah, you niggas seen what to Roy
On my block box we the knockout boys
Sittin in the throne with the Douja sparkin, its my seat and i aint movin like Rosa
Ima be