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[Joe
here..
See I grew up around the
Grew up the glocks yes
to fend for myself whenever Pops left
A good kid into a hood prospect, why?

[Stack
If so, it was after the bread (Right)
After I put the on like Lil Red Ridin'
The gangsta that's
And bubbled number for a stack
And a fact...until that?

(Oh!)
And if they did, I never it
Spent a couple nights in a box, I couldn't help it (Dawg, I couldn't it)
When on the tier ice grilled, I had to melt it
Dream was on the right track...somebody it
Was taught cash rules, but I ain't have a dollar for
No window, no pot to in (So!)
So all my dudes in cells that's locked in prison, is it 'cause..

(Nope!)
Til I pissed a few niggaz off Bill O'Reilly (Right)
the game's soft spot like Maury (Ha!)
Showed the how we
Turned an advance to a grand (Heh)

Look
I was doin' ups and eatin' pancakes (And then?)
And then I up in that pancake (Talk to 'em!)
Suicide doors, the band and the face
Yes Jerze...(Ok)

Til I proved my name was a (How?)
Summertime, the crate
Bathin' 8ths and chains change the chill factor (Schieeeet!)
Two toned toy to antagonize the (Right)
It's still Roc For Life like they me out the building

But I ain't goin' nowhere, at least no time
So get to me, real niggaz rep, that's how it used to be
F-Y-I, still got the wit' me

(I know...so?)
That's why I got niggaz for their jewelry (Right)
Brought to where my goons be (Right)
My in (?) (Right)
My rockin' that Juicy (Whoo!)
40's on me but
The roofless coupe's on the corner like a
(Right, right)
Oh!
I know!

It's like I feel the love
Until I put the 645 on
And out the guts
In the belly of the beast, you it out with guts
In that title, homeboys is without the trust (Ya Heard!)

Rep-wise I'm celibate, a soul fuckin' wit' 'em (Uh huh)
Emcees watch they mouths like Chris wit' 'em (Heh)
Up and owe me, until I'm paid, you stuck wit' 'em
(Why?)
'Cause..