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of a master You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats Break necks of broke souls who hate me Hate he? you can't
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental In these streets you
a cold game Played by the coldest man Everything ya see is not The 7-4 k The son of cocaine I'm a dopeman Plus I'm holdin' weight Cause I'm the dope
a beat by the pound Nigga you just an ounce Fuck that you just a milligram my nigga Tryna get a glimpse of the life Yo my life is like sorta like
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods Like
now we got mobile phones Me and my homies used to battle at the park We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark We used to wear cross
crowds As torturas - the tortures (in the 60's, a lot of people were tortured and killed by the government) De longe vem a forte chuva - from far comes
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up Church?" when I ride by in That blacked out Ford GT They write me stuff in my PO Tell me 'bout their broken homes Tell me 'bout
when the rents due Yet thankless if things do improve And nobodies moved by what you’ve been through It's all about the groove the publics into We was
dance like if I was Albert Alien People just love it when the Biz starts to play With my (beatboxing), and by the way Skeezing with a girl is
Happy holidays Let me come here and talk to you I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin' (Great John on the beat by
I just bagged a half a brick by eye Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs Jakes try question me about a headshot bro I was sitting in the sun I was
thugs from the R-O-C Sigel Sigel in the house Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C Sigel Sigel in the house Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
But I gotta learn in order to teach Then I gotta burn in order to reach My niggaz Yo, I see what I see day by day Hoping that the Lord will pave
thugs from the R-O-C Sigel Sigel in the house Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
production's tight Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock My name's Malik my hobby's putting
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes 'cause
Wouldn't be where I'm standing if they hadn't have fought for me, From a nothing rep, now we live busting sets, So if you own a Hoods album you get nuff
has been waiting My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love Ladies and gentlemen, I have the pleasure to present on my album Mr. Dizzy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, remember me? The hype man that came in to blaze shit Brought in by the white man like I came on a slave ship and chains; no master can
I'm like a ghost I'll be living in a dirt room Waiting for the day to be closer To the window when you're home I'll be standing by your back door
when they pass by Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result Did a hundred thousand
H-Hit it Yea Yeaaa Hey Not a care Living life like a dare Playing plays Day by day Understanding myself better Day by day Hey Shit is not the same it
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