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him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
isn't it, wow
Just me and my trophy
Five'four but ten feet above me, wow
It's just me and my trophy
Tempted by hoes?
No I ain't no dummy, wow
She says if
deserve more than anonymous
Provocative conversation, don't it?
They say let's hit him with the one-two
You see how many niggas this been done to
Speak
and listen to Juvenile
I like that South shit, all my niggaz is wild
You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man
South boys ain't fuckin playin -
like some is play dough
Yea ayo
Like I’m the first to see the stars man i feel like gali-leo
Yea, ayo, ayo
I jus want a conversation
I don’t know
we don't wait up
Elevate the elevator
Conversation with the paper
Money talks it gives me data
If it's time to serve a plate up
I don't ever wait for
'Member creeping with the gat, masked up
Goddamn it's kinda crazy to reminisce on all this shit man
What it was like growing up, damn man, just,
a nefarious death
For the ones we protect? A precarious theft
Of the juvenile's craft for innocence
To ridicule with diligence
Their muted, youthful elegance
your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against
met a girl so fly
Is there a moment I don't think of you? Hardly
Never not a day goes by
They say you a good girl with style
Then you can see I'm a good
to be your man. But I can't stand to see you cry
Wipe the tears from by your eyes. Oh, I gave up on what was love
You said I never did enough. But I was
as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
And on the block he was called by
just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
She puts a jacket on my
pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too
That shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man
Hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest
in it
Uhh smart workers with my guards up, pass the heart stage for all us
Smokeout conversations they gon' try to hold us down but they can't get
all my niggaz is wild
You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man
South boys ain't fuckin' playin', check them
This week got OutKast and No Limit
stand
Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man
You gotta take responsibility for your own man
Zonin', two blunts a mornin', by sunrise sometimes
you are)
(Up above the cloud so high)
Nah not me
I'm just a regular guy
Out to see a movie chillin' with my Lilly
Actin' kinda silly in downtown Philly
juvinile Big man
Dark ina Daytime we a do di crime
Money alone deh pon mi mind
Mi family by mi side
Top Shotta
Dem nago leff me alone all when mi die
Tripple
woho kyere me na wo y3 medofo number one
Girl you cannot Cheat on me mi never see you with another man
Wo do na'be ko me
Maa Adjoa wo do na'be ko me
Wo
Conversations conversations
Conversations conversations
Conversations with myself in the Mirror
No one cares Life ain't fair
Conversations with
Man this real life shit aint nothing to mess with
I should move out these stocks nigga Im my investment
Plus these crackers been robin hoods before
is my style
And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
And get 'em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You
know!), Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA!)
A.k.a Jim Caso (lovely painter), and I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this...)
I love paintin' these pictures for
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