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doo loo like I'm Nardwar
Pussy boy fake yeah he don't want war
Tough on IG won't come to the door

Riding round through your town
With no handlebars
ATL

Live by the knife, you gon' die by the sword
I'm in a 'vette while you in an old Ford
I was in a whip when you was riding on a board
I feel like God,

with caveman 
Sat a bitch with 1 leg nigga that’s amazing 
I’m at the airport chilling by the days inn
Thousand dollar bill up at Anthony’s 
Baby girl go

better
So I keep breathing, fuck
I don't know no better
So I keep getting caught by surprise
Like why, why
Seasons change
People too
I have faults
So do

Even if I die, I still gave them words to live by
Was the man but the sherm left his wig fried
In a midsize, deliver the baby like a midwife
Why they

have to pray
I have to
Smoke
A tedious task
To talk tough on the track
When in fact
You're a cream puff
Seats of a Cadillac
But I ain't cataract status

100 Guns

Boogie Down Productions

Edutainment [Edited]

1990

KRS and Melodie live together with D-Nice and Harmony
Side by side with Rebecca, D-Square, Sidney
BDP!
Yes!

I got a hundred guns two hundred

the block like a lockdown
Used to trap we investing in stocks now
Gotta clean up the money, I feel like I'm Marty
My family live out by the docks now
Have you

statistics is paved (Yeeeah)
So now I'm forced to live as a Bandit
A young black savage born victim of slavery's damage, I
Shed tears for the baby daddies

Oh

Burning down Brooklyn, that's how I live
Liquor on the hour, got drunk by six
Paint the town red and suck my own dick
Burning down Brooklyn, that's

Lil' bitch you better ride with me
Lil' bitch you better ride with me
By that look in your eyes
Are you getting high with me
But I got one question

things are tough
But I'll be there when things are rough
Go on take a risk while I trace with finger tips
As we press lips

Live for the now must be what

like I got stabbed in my stomach with a knife
That's a tough conversation
Hard to be excellent when you ain't bringing home the bacon
Scrapping for ends

False Hope

Naked Aggression

Gut Wringing Machine

2000

all your doing
Blinded by your lives-of false hope
Disorder reigns supreme
In this town of lost hope and broken dreams
Chaos finds away
To creep into

conscience when it's drill time
Talking like they tough, so we gone make them niggas live by it
I been selling all these bags, it's hard to keep my composure
I

change myself I would, this bottle does no good
Back in elementary, unfriendly memories
Taunted by the other kids cause' I thought different
Bullies

baggy fad on the banal
No sign of rage in the talk of the town
Ankles deep in the bequeath in paid sneakers ad sheets to sleep and pass out
All i see is

Life on the Streets

Brownside

Eastside Drama

1997

It's an everyday thing on the east of town
Times ain't good, but they won't hold me down
I'm out to get mine and won't get left back
I can't get me

erupt! I sing for what?
To rid all the demons? There ain't enough!
But shit's getting tough, what's on this earth?
Should I deserve a better outcome?
End

Christ, you see the birds flying by
I see the clouds are covered in black Better be watching how you act
Cause we know Jesus coming back

Rain, rain, don't

We in that same boat tough lives yet stuff buzzing
And in the end we get high and bun something
Could it be weed or LSD
People moving fruity
Thinking

Until I face death, for time to see when I approach it (uh-huh)
A- a small kid in a town of a rough hazard
Dealing with wannabes and fake tough bastards
I

lucky that you live above the fray
Little princess don't you muddy up your gown
I think you've found yourself on the wrong side of town
We take no

do you feel okay? 
(I was wrong, life was so damn easy) 
Do the same shoes fit in the modern day?
(Turning back, life was tough, you have time, brave