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just want me they just want me 'cause I)

Yeah, yeah
What's up
Know the suss when I rock up
3 grams now pal I'm stocked up
Made bank everywhere I

addicted to the life that I had
So I risk it runnin' the street with the heat boy
Three deep in the S-U-V the bigger you blow the less you see
The more

Moby, the little puppet on MTV
I bring glasses to your living room so you could see me
Yeah you sold alot of units, but you can't be me
The state of hip

[Verse 1] 
I gotta little bit a jack and a whole lot of herb 
a pretty little chick with a whole lot of nerve 
I'm far from the curb, no I'm not

Pull Your Skirt Up

Benzino

Redemption

2002

Moby, the little puppet on MTV
I bring glasses to your living room so you could see me
Yeah you sold a lot of units, but you can't be me
The state of hip

Dip Da

Suga Free

Street Gospel

1997

from them A-be	-see's
To them 1-2-3's
To the birds and the bees
Drinking 40's with OG's
Came a group of young fools
Who was close as close could get
We

be a big MC by end of school term
I'm a big bird, you're just a worm
You don't wanna receive third degree burns
When I bust gun, everybody spread like

Freeze, don't move, give me all you got (4x)
Little bird up in the sky, why, why, why

(Chorus)

Got these birds buggin', I'm on 1st stuntin'
With no stick-shift, just a reverse button (the Aston Martin)
But I ain't Hollywood hater, I'm still

Turning violent overturning armored cars up by the station
Dictator dragged out by the hands of his own nation
Flock of little blue birds doing social

This pretty girl in front of me
Is asking where I wanna be
When I grow up a little further down the road
Well I’m long past twenty-three
I’m an adult

T in the spliff
Pour 3 in this bitch
Like why he shoot from the hip

Passionate but scandalous
Mr fantastic fabulous
Running through your catalog
Pass

Grandma sits alone and stares outside the window 
Pain is on her mind 
She's got nothing left 
But watching time go by 
Slowly she begins to lose her

die
But I survive
You guys can't walk in my shoes
I'm not your shoe size
I flipped a few bricks, couple birds flew by
Coke white like it got blonde
Hair

won’t break
Entrances are lessened by lessons we learn with mistakes
 
I’m feeling more inspired with every day that I breathe
Seeing bad escape routes

And she said she was invisible
But between you and me
We know that's divisible by three
But it's actually equivocal to me
Because I can see more than

Another year goes by 
But a lot stay the same 
Still putting in the work 
Still playin’ in the game 
Middle of the shit tryna make a name 
But I just

provided symbols
Cages on the side returned them to the factory floors
Little ones come back one by one to the sweat shop
Opening Gates, providing Jobs, but

Turning left, turning right, stirring all night
Momma says everything will be alright
I don't know,  all I know are
twinkle-twinkle-little

I'm
Still a different Chad might have my LLC by thirty-three
'Cause I tried coke when I was thirty-two I'm still thirty-one
But only until D E C
Drop

the blicky
Tr3 Penn singing he must know Whitney
Told bro roll up and let's get jigga
Work ethic through the roof hella fuck with
ri ri
Cash money need mine

the Gulag
Fuck the Game I'm tryna kill the bourgeois
But I'll settle for a few cops
Carcano on the roof top
Three deep stalkin'
Im Darryl Dawkins
Bird ass

solve em
My demons be creeping just hope my angels watch over me
Need like two or three girls by my side to sleep comfortably
I have to kick them out by

depths of hells heat
Flee the scene and steal a jeep from a fiend with a birds beak 

Beep beep my alarm clock is waking me from my sleep 
That's one crazy