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Start by getting the facts straight
Some learn better the hard way.
Whole lot of stress in a book bag
Young boy carry the hard weight.

the jux is real
I run with ghetto boys and
I ain't talking Bushwick Bill
If looks could kill then y'all
Would be kaputs for real
We drink your blood

ain't got myself
I don't know
I don't know
Real Farmer boy
I was birthed in the mother land
Seeing ghettos boys trying to make it
With a gutter plan

This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets

Mr. Skeng

Stormzy

Gang Signs & Prayer

2017

Yeah, yo

Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your

still begging.
Fools killers or kings, tell me who you repping.
Sanctified sinner God gave the boy a lesson.
Highlandered Will Smith now I'm legend, Chris

I Know

Rakim

The Master

1999

boy 
  
[Chorus] 
  
The editor,forever more the predator, I said it all 
I spread a war, like never before 
Spit lead at yours like a ghetto

a brake
Issa stake, boy don't mistake it for a piece o' cake
This is harder than it looks
Look a little harder, you might see just what it took
Lil' work

pro i know they wont be far behind
Goddamn boy I'm feeling like the man when I hop up in the Mitsubishi Lancer
110 down the freeway bumping Elton John

I am not John Wayne.
Ludis Dolum told em cocaine cowboys was a don phase. No palms raised or long chains, just an innocent little kid who wanted

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, are you..
...ready to rumble

These heels want the ring, the spear I bring, this raw is

exes never really approved how I been livin', but it's cool
Honestly, I don't need none of them bitches

Why you trippin'? I ain't talkin' John Legend

THE PcST, YOU cLREcDY KNOW THcT HENDY THE McN, YcH

THcT'S WHY THEY TRY TO DESTROY ME, 4.1.2 LEGEND YOU CcNT LITTLE BOY ME, WORK FOR MYSELF CcN'T NO NIGGc

(Psyke)

Money can't change who I'm meant to be
My heart with a ghetto
My young boy right beside of me
Ready to redrum
We can go eye to eye and see
Who'll

Check the speed
I look good as fuck when I hit the scene
Im going fast, Check the speed
Ima Be the greatest (legend) that they've ever seen
Period
Shittin

Josephine

DL

The Brothers [2001]

2001

stereoohhh
Thinkin about a cut a rug, rub a dub
Bubble at the Q club,
Type of Female just for DL
Little miss Uhh, that's what im'a call her
And she gonna

and do this for real

A couple of weeks go by, clocking the boys around the town
Her mommy shopping, daddy dealing, leaving night all time around
For her

the mic like Robin Givens
I gotta say this, if phony rappers brain dead
You sheikh the game a little, Infantino’s tryna' blame Pep
Your shortie got me

the monster I unleash
Ghetto minded, pretty-boy, playin' gang short gang, trigger toying
Ah, Kunse Ni J, Mukati, I'm a real G
Bloodline, matero' swag, you wanna

bell the phone 

Deep in my soul my DNc I'll forever own 

Sup with the attitude, boy show some gratitude 
I split into two when I've gat little 

Said

(dig me?)
I'm well connected ghetto accepted, very respected
These ignorant motherfuckers measure you by your necklace (damn)
Fuck what's in your

When You're Hot, You're Hot

Jerry Reed

Country Music Classics, Vol. 19 1970-1975

1993

up by courthouse
And I'd try a little bit of your honor on

"You understand that, you hillbilly?
Who gonna collect my welfare?
Pay for my

Gotta Question for Ya

The Living Legends

Creative Differences

2004

endowed
If you measured the
Strength of my click by the
Length of my dick
We'd be larger than life plus a tenth of an inch

[Chorus]
[Aesop]
Ya boy

shit (Shh)
Felon shit
We all grew up on that ghetto shit
(On that ghetto shit)
Robbin' niggas for fun and now my bezel lit
We ghetto rich
Bang the forty