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and cards.
i learned chess at 8, when i learned my funny valentine.
i met bob dylan. He called me a poet.
i rode with maximilian shell,
and leonard cohen in
the fan?
Ashy Slashy or the Rabbi?
Henry Tandey or Bob Marley?
I know you wanna mark me
And everyone just like me
Conservaties be markin'
The laws that they
kids hopin' up beyond sixteen)
Beyond Trayvon he lives in a song
I get feared looks, but I live 'round here
My house right next to yours
But I still get
and the bees
The momma's and the poppa's and the monkeys in the trees
It's the brothers and the sisters living life on the street
Play a hunch pull the punch
brother, face you like a man
Treat you like a bady, hold you by the hand
I give you a yard, you try to take a mile
You're grinnin' in my face, callin' me
leaves her light on
For me to find my way home
On my knees I'm defeated by them all
In a tunnel I'm so unconscious
Stumble in the darkness questioning
Bet we go take us some lines 'fore we go take it to law
Boy I got fire in my eye, look at me [?] and go off
Watch how you come at your fate, nigga
to the cheese
I ain't never been a rat, but I really let it cheese
So my brother, they on top of the papers
He tried to send me on the road, but I really beat
thoughtless
So any problems that we had I just solved it
Speeding in the charger do a drive by
Bullets connect to his head like it's wifi
I put diamonds on my
getting passes off call Rodger Goodell
Bitch I'll stand up and say fuck a nigga couch, I'm Dave Chapelle
I put my trust in Jesus, then he let me down, now I
come around us
We can tell by the way that you walk
My boy be pushing prescription
You can't catch him slippin
He ducking the law
If I could record with
well, change the station
Boo! I sneak in your mind your mind
Sink in your mind, creep from behind
So fast that you won't have time
To deny a brother
on me nigga, let that choppa blow
Yeah, all my niggas, they be sliding (Yeah, we be sliding)
Yeah, catch em out in traffic then he dying (Then he dying)
your brother
three or four of your cousins like it's nothin' (Bzzz)
Buzzin'
"He ain't really from the hood nigga
If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz)
knocked the door off
Now swing me down on Rochelle Park right by that motel
Keep the car running, he think it's sweet, so he licked
Hold that, what is
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
tell these lyrics i got them coz i always stand by my choices by what i beleive in, no i never left them, never doubt them for those id go to hell
tell these lyrics i got them coz i always stand by my choices by what i beleive in, no i never left them, never doubt them for those id go to hell
tell these lyrics i got them coz i always stand by my choices by what i beleive in, no i never left them, never doubt them for those id go to hell
the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like
(smashin')
He's in the back (yeah), he got the massive Glock (yeah)
He's on the left side, squeezin' the Macintosh (mmh, yeah)
Hollow man's back (yeah), you
mine
What kinda man fall in love with his mankind
Type of brother that'd bleed for a brother
They say remember Him by drinking red wine
When He
hats leaning
Bag full of money and a chick
That's down to ride for him
That's all a brother really needs
In this life of sin
I stepped out the Smart car
of Moet, ho, come on)
Ooh, la la (garcon)
You covet disruption, I got you covered, I'm bussin' (bussin')
My brother's a runner, he's crushin', it's no
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