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I'll Be Damned

Buckshot

The BDI Thug

1999

my soul
But I'll be damned if I let you run up on me for my gold
So when I roll, I take precaution
Too many of my peers got took out while they were

the bloodstream like a disease
And like summer degrees
You get hot, another dog with the fleas
It's like you barely graduate, all you see is the D's
Running with

Preserved by the Wisdom in my heart ima live forever Gotta give account for yo actions God see it all read between the lines when they talk I can

a fight
Lead by Clint's flint always right
Or left
Welfare took our last breath
Received a check kiss of death
666 what's next
Mark of the beast
Nothing

right

Once I had mad women on my list
On the real none ever made me feel like this
I wasn't frontin' when I said that I want you
Even though it took some

knees at night
Speaking tongues to keep the evening right
Spirit moves when you speak it right
Young dumb cover Jon Jon Cus we heathen like
They’ll wash

The one I've
Been praying for?

Can you hear
The wreckage?

Summer kept
Us cold
As flames
Burned into
The night from
Hollowed caves
That claimed
Your eyes

CHORUS

Look for me 
in the eye of the storm
Newly crowned king
but the brow is worn
Flag is torn, ego is gone
To the fool on my throne
You only

see

Last night, a DJ died
He took his life on the radio (radio)
His hopes and dreams denied
They never let him spin what he wanted to
I say if you

about they problems
But tried to work it out
Like doin' word problems
But there be worse problems as
She carried her son
Since he took over the number

for thought
Stopped them all dead in their tracks, blown out their train of thought
And I'm hot like Nandos sauce, let me get my point across
A lion

Trying to tell you about my life
Full of misdirection and plight
Over aggression and over obsession
Fear of heights, the glass ceiling cracked on my

last all night
Just a brief overview you
All understand right?
One weekend, everything really went south
My mom, sister arrived, came home
The locks

the fuck out
Shit just got hot 
Took a different route 
Burnin down 
Like unattended fires
Your shirts pressed 
Hope you plugged 
Iron out 
Or 
Fire trucks

really woke
But death
pardon me I’m just laughing 
cause there’s no jokes left

Hey is it too late to not not give a fuck? 
The planet is hot my brain is

Robbin' of da Hood

King Sun

Strickly Ghetto

[ VERSE 1 ]
It's goin down in the ghetto, around 7
So beep me about 6, with code 11
So we can hook up at the spot and get right for the night
We