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| so its been a while....
i grown sick and foolish. Unhappy and bored. Waking up every morning and wonder why the hell im still on this planet. I don't give a fuck anymore. So what's better then joining the marines. Leaving in November. To anyone who reads this, it was nice knowing you. I don't plan on coming back.
That is all
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| i stopped giving a shit for a while now,
dont care what life throws at me, i take it how it is, like poker u stay with the steady hand, right now im in a pretty fucked up situation, but i couldnt give two shits less, as long as my pockets are full, and my lungs are still taking in air, i do what the hell i have to do to get to the next, in the words of cypress hill, here is something you cant understand how i could just kill a man, easy i dont give a fuck
i`m young, i got money, might not have future, but fuck it i live for current events, not for what the future holds anymore.
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| she shivers in the wind like the last leave of a dieing tree, i let her hear my footsteps, she stays stif for only a moment, "Care for a smoke?" "Sure, are you as bored of that as i am?" "I didn't come here for the party, I came here for you. Ive been watching for while, your everything a man could ever want. It's not voice, your figure, or face, its your eyes. Everything i see in them. Your tired of running. Tired of running and you dont want to face it alone." "No, i dont want to face it alone.", the wind rises electic, shes soft and warm and almost weightless, her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes, i tell her that everything is alright, that i'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far, far away, i tell her i love her, the silencer makes a wisper of the gun shot, i hold her close until she's gone, i'll never know what she was running from................. i'll cash her check in morning
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| (fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.
Yeah this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin' to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of, when they called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter
and all the niggaz in the struggle you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh ha it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
you know very well who you are
dont let em hold you down, reach for the stars
you had a goal, but not that many
'cause your the only one i'll give you good and plenty
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...
(It's all good)
...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
you know very well who you are
dont let em hold you down, reach for the stars
you had a goal, but not that many
'cause your the only one i'll give you good and plenty
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight
you know very well who you are
don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
you had a goal, but not that many
'cause your the only one i'll give you good and plenty MUTHA FUCKA | | |
| Subliminal message... from a drunkin mind of an adolecense who world revolves around a single bottle that really doesnt configure much... sounds like drunking talk to you yes sir-ry ..... yes sir-ry coming out with a new guitar solo hit me up to hear it | | |
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