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Let me talk to you nice for a second, lil shordy come chill in my section (My section) When I'm rapping I'm giving out lessons, when I'm wrong come
I'm up in the section, giving directions Bitch come right here, I see you flexing Pass me that drink, come get your blessin Got bro by me, no time
When I go to heaven Put some gangstas in my section im like Whatever Tell the reverend its whatever And if I go to hell Im having shootouts with
necklace But these ain't no rhinestones ho' these vvs's Ain't gettin no money can't sit in my section Say he a gangsta ain't got no protection I'm facing
Just cooling on you I ain't stressing I got way too many blessings And not a lot of people in my section This my life Ion gotta embellish I know God
Lil' nigga, big steppa, (huh) I roll with killas in my section, (huh) In the foreign, drivin' reckless (Skrrtt) On the phone talkin' bout money, I ain't
Watch me walk up in the club with all my jewelry on Watch me buy a section I ain't flexing, you see what I'm on All I get is paper bad broad on my
bitches half a G then gave it all to charity Don't came around in my section while I'm tweakin off them terpenes 223 shells out the G, got drank got lean
we some noya type of niggas Just because you ain't in black and white don't mean that you official Got some demons in my cup and in my section poppin
cause I put it down better, like The ice on my necklace, make her act reckless, when she in my section, like She pray for a blessing, back in the day I
with me through it all? Nobody! The Moscow Circus Hired me to fly trapeze On Mount Olympus, Ran a race with Hercules It's easy when you're chased by
of paper And I splurged, I guess it's just the nigga urge This is The Boondocks I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley Thursday I be trynna save
isn't anybody Backing us up! When they c these crooked ass Redneck cops Constantly Jacking us up Now I bet some punk will say I'm racist I can tell by
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning Striking you down 'cause you're fronting A dead leader can't tax your mind Therefore he's not a threat to your
Killers in my hood, they know me by my first name You know 'em by their work name, I know 'em by their birth name Type of weight make a man stand
I am Trugoy A Dove-like boy Could wingspread But instead I will employ Me, the Plug Three Or Baby Huey I eat up All ketchup For its
Unsigned Hype 'Til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage I thought I saw Eazy
masons Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it I'll be his
closed casket, his family needs a closure And Moses had ten commandments, Huey had ten points Won't see my homie for ten, dropped him off at the joint
Put it by, put it by, put it by, put it by Put it by number one phenomenon Come follow me now, mon 'cause Mr. Chip Fu is the Don I think I'll tikki
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life Co-signed by the others with a knife On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto You pick
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton And that's why the whole city out here looting How can we stand here and not do shit? All this smoke over the hood
this shit dun, it's nothin' to laugh at I hops in the V, grabs the heat and I stash that I'm in tune with Doc, Pac, and Huey, it's a rap. I traveled
ever believed in By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll Against the muthafuckin wall with
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