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Ent.
Roc-a-Fella
In with the streets
The Gangster
In
everything official

I ride throught the ghetto windows halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending the day
Plotting, how we gon get this math today with out balst away
I wake up to the same problems today
is harsh, niggas gotta right to spark
Right from the start place me in the ghetto tender age of nine
my tender mind had to to crime
Wouldnt wish this on like the end of like mine
Ever since i was quite young a nigga in divine
Had to scratch for every plaque, rap aint even all its up to be
dont stack up to me
Had to hustle in a of trouble
trapped in, clostrophobic the only way out was
America dont understand it, the demographics i in
I'm the truest nigga to do this and anything else is foolish
Like who stay high, under God's grey skies
My lyrics is Bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your nigga, stay fly
Never let em see you frown, even smile you down
Shit, i floss on my off-days what they all say
Niggas stop me like rumors, i'm too strong

Socks explode and sweatpants pockets is
Holding it on the corner with my glock holding
My spot is golden, drop the price on the and
Drove the competition out and let the dough in
The cops is closing in, i can do the
But whats really on my mine, is no hoes in the pen
I play the low and try and make it to find me
Feds still tryna a case since '93
I told them, i'm but they like whatever
You them pigs dont wanna see you get your life together

I'm stuck in this forever
The things change the more they stay the same
Who am i to change the
You gotta move quick her-o-in and dope can
The hotter than its ever been

Once
the gun at eye level, i aint afraid of conflict
I let the rip, nigga say "hi" to the devil
I blind with the bezel, i'm in line the ghetto
What yall nigga afraid of my or the metal
Niggas subtract my life, my mathematics is precise
I carry the nine, so fucking me just aint the answer
I lose when i was young i was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess
And though your gone i'm not bitter you me prepared
We got divided by the years, but i got it from
sweat that, sounds bump from Marcy to Lefrak
To that in DC where my man caught his death at
my years i've seen Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a
Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby of rap
??? in a time where we all
Lets face it either your chasin, or basing
Lacing, cops got your face sprung like
Careful, any infultration i'm niggas
Leaving more than just

Uh
Real
The Gangsta
Ent.
Roc a
Never interrupt thing of ours
The Ganagsa


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