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[Styles
My life.. Monch.. Ayatollah..
Holiday Styles.. Double R.. Records..
Pharoahe to 'em.. let 'em try to understand..
Let 'em try.. let 'em try now...

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My is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it through the struggle, judge me
What you say now, won't me
where I come from, so often
People you grew up with, layin in a
But I done made it through the in spite
my time now, my world, my life
My life...

Is on, lightin blunts, loadin guns
tellin my lawyers to get the case (uh-huh)
I need the bills the presidents got they face on
so I can my residence - get a truck and a Lex
Fuck a check, I no longer to wait for 'em
I made a ends, lost a couple friends
I a blunt 'cause never will the struggle end
So you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it, you ain't in the
so you really can't a nigga - you oughta love a nigga
For the fact that it's my world and my life but still I'm a nigga
They say you buggin nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin
You talkin then kick it with another nigga
I got a bed and I need a cover nigga
And I ain't got - I got enemies
So if with me, then that means they my brother niggaz

Pharoahe]

Is a to the head, a prayer for the dead
Run around hustlin, of the feds
They said death is sleep
but the only thing is you ain't really if you prepared for the bed
So often we get in the head, instead of big money
They got big hurtin instead
My life is the verse - but the handcuffs
the bullpens, the jail cells is it worse
Tell mom I go to the church - tell Oc' I dont' go to mas
I blow blunts, hold guns, and I'ma be there when the soldiers'll march
I play the part, and my heart colder than March
But on the of things, it's still warmer than June
I talks with the Lord and he'll be callin me soon, what
And my is all I have - my family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs what

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