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Ain't it funny the things we do to get
The we do to show niggas that we ain't afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin left a nigga with some muddy feet.
Everyday brings everyday drama,
Smokin only makes a nigga mind wander.
So I could've done, but I didn't do.
A lot of shit a never should've went through.
Trustin soul with my fate,
Showed me how love can turn to pure hate.
The road, I know, I came to a in it,
Good or bad, I'm a still be the winnin, NOW
But ain't guaranteed.
Maybe I can see the future my young seeds.
Plant it, and hope the planet don't them.
It's a thin line, but get mine.

Who can you God only knows.
hard to say who you can call friend or foe.
Money, all a nigga will die for.
So pain and everybody wants more.
(x2)

So much pain, drownin my brain, I need a towel.
Wrap it 'round, soak up the strain, I safer now.
Lookin' down the road travelled-it's been a bumpy one.
The walls that I stood on was Humpty ones.
I feel one of them pieces up in a chess game,
On the line, defending yours mine.
I'm moves, attached to strings you can't see.
If the seems a little bit awkward, it ain't me.
Now people ride your nuts for dolla signs,
I bet you drop some cash on the ground, they'd "MINE!"
You far behind, man I'm way too ahead, I be gone.
Think you had some killers with you, you're home alone.
I'm in the zone, space age pimpin, new millenium.
Holes down deep in the wall, I can't get them.
I'm friend to them, ass niggas and family members.
What you say, nigga I owe you something? I remember.

x2

(talking)

The root of all evil say, but yet, there's so much evil in all our
roots. Born in a world of a nigga, some knowing, not knowing. Even
so, we've accomplished so much but we have so far to go. C'mon man,
born hustlers, and together we'll be greater later. Used to die for
freedom... respect... Now dying for dope, hoes, and paper...

I'm guilty of all shit and more.
Questioning life, what am I here for?
To some, that might strange but you dig this,
Don't get your feelings hurt, and business.
'em average to acheive pimp trick status.
Lame niggas no nuts end up embarrassed.
Compromise and commercialize, in the of your niggas,
out to get the prize.
At the time, my baby cries,
I'm on a phone,
in another state sound checks.
Tryin to make my little niggas' a little better,
than a sweater, nigga love hurts.

I've been a vet-er-an, in game,
I ain't to be better than,
as equal, as the better man.
You can only the ghetto,
if you raised in it.
where I'm from,
childhood glory in it.
I wade in it, The waters.
me on down the stream, I'm going farther.
It's still from coast to coast, to shore.
I stand accused of being a pimp, root to floor.
Doin' work constantly, thinkin' bout family.
As soon as you think it's to chill,
God damn it be, time for another project, dealine.
Man, we're at the end of this rhyme, and I done mine.

x2

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