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Ever met a bard before
They used to put us out in front armies
We weren't the ones carrying weapons
That's not our thing
We'll inspire you
Here we go again!" (Public Enemy) 2x
"Here we go, Here we go, Here we, Here we, Here we go! (Run DMC) 2x
{Wise Intelligent}
Ya'll in
Teacher watcha
And we neva got no room for no haters
When we pull up on them 24 omegas
While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega
You by my side we be on one when we
sheeps clothing
'Cause some of why'all ain't knowing
Me and you go back like roaches in the projects
And, we done been through things they still ain't
my brothers by my side
Yea we made a play
You can see us taking flight
And that shit won't ever change
Got you jumping in this bitch
When I hit you wit
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
on a day-to-day (ha ha)
Some say I got too much posse like Flavor Flav
Books in reverse, the worst nigga out the clique (what?)
Ci-lo Satan when I hit you with
the crew's in check
Run by the posse with the gold around the neck
Homeboys in heat, lookin' for sweet
Ladies in the crowd so they can
needed some love
No help we come straight out the mud
Pay me money or owe me in blood
I been sitting back runnin it up
I been sitting back runnin it up
My
I promised you official need a new ring
I never let ‘em tell me that the cash reigns
A major in a league that I ain’t make
I’m getting all the gain
Show dem say you're wicked like that
We live where the war is raging
Chasing our crazy dreams
Hoping that the bridge won't cave in
Tonight we let
says yo how he fleed from the spot?
"In a black sports car, I think it was an Iroc
But the windows were tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) There
a valet hearse
Everything i am, thinking Kanye words
But It's K by the way, putting my name first
That's word to AB
Said i put in on my soul
I ain't
Uh uh uh uh
I play these games like it’s russian roulette
Come and collect, the dope
For your brothers in debt
Hung by the neck, the rope
Choke ya
To follow lames
In this world Be greatness
Legendary yeah we major
Meditating elevating
Manifesting staying patient
LATE nights Early Mornings
right to a beat like Kryptonite power
Not withstood by any mortal or immortal
To make you get on the floor til
Another dope jam we slam with precision
to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "Bitch!"
You
They don't shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter, with a Ruger, we
been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12
'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way
A sad day for aspiring artists
Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle
Diggin'
for the sky
Tell me what happens when we gonna die
Sit back, relax while I wait for my time
With my girl by my side
Side, Side, Side
Yo turn this shit
the 2009 draft passed by 21 teams?
Now making an act of the acronyms in the MLB
From MVP to WAR leader
God's Gifted major leaguer is statistically timeless
below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall
We do the wave all by ourself
Hey ump, a blind man could've made that call
We like our beer flat
Bop
Style these man in my ten dollar fit
Rude boy style with the short money drip
I see you by the speaker wth yuh hands on your hip
Don't jump, just me
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