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slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project Pat
Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit
throat'll recoil as I bounce the ball
I can never fall
Now I got you open like the mall
With Funkmaster Flex boom bangin
In your projects
To my niggas in
to get it on, we marched upon the lawn
out in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV
Unfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy
This whole world
what you follow
( Word up, check this one )
Guns and clips, carried by cliques, eighty six
Same shit nine six the old and young switch
Poor verses
(Word up, check this one)
Guns and clips, carried by cliques, eighty six
Same shit nine six the old and young switch
Poor verses rich, wars
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Raised by mama, no pops was there
Learned to hustle to cop what I rock or wear
True shit, the kids in the school are just ruthless
Bullied and hated
dropped a milli on some watches (Ah ha)
Live in the hills, no dream, that's a promise (Yea)
They check the car, I might catch a couple charges (I might
introducing me to the booth
I escaped holding nines in the projects
Now I'm an artist working on my ninth project
Somebody tell 9th Wonder I'm the object
Me and Myth back
Layin' waste to idle minds
And mental chit chat
Think you got big shoes, I'ma fit that
This is poker, mothafuckas playin' pit pat
With No Faith
In Any Female Thats Askin What I Was Earnin
I Met This Recent Lady
She Knew A Piece Of Sadey By Spinners
I Guess In My Southern Eyes That
a gift no luck
I'm gonn feed my fam by rhyming
Got the pounds in the trunk
And its smelling like skunk
See 12 full speed we flying
Quick trip to the 6
most asked by 85, where I'm from
Fakin' the funk you get did
Projects, tenements, pyramids
Where I'm from, we're livin' off the boom boom crack
It's
most asked by 85, where I'm from
Fakin' the funk you get did
Projects, tenements, pyramids
Where I'm from, we're livin' off the boom boom crack
It's
I’m so grateful for the ones who stuck by
They my family, always in my eyes
I was scared to love but I found the calm I needed
You're finally out my
I'm so grateful for the ones who stuck by
They my family, always in my eyes
I was scared to love but I found the calm I needed
You're finally out my
this shit check the blood on my hands
Got damn, got, got damn
I pop style while they all pop Xans
I run miles while they all run scams
Y'all get by yeah
punches
Your drop-drop-droping again
Put tickets on me
I?ll only keep?em to fly us home
The mic rings hollow:
This?ll be my year
Check me in
life nigga puttin' in work
(Chorus) 2x
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads
Verse 2: Baby
Neighborhood superstar
of walla oochie
I want more in some respect
I cannot afford Prada Gucci
I will not conform for a check
Still my fingers searchin for my neck a mirror round
Tec woulda been nicer to bring along
Sing along with me if y'all know the song
Mines, gimme, not Vinnie but I'm Naughty
In forty projects drinkin
perspective, that's my objective
Cool and oh so collective, connected
Check this, I need you more that you could know
See you the seed in my weed, baby help
Uptown whodi screaming see-p-3
(Master P)
Now where my thugs at, I mean my rugrats
Them Lil' soldiers representing in them projects
(Chorus)4x
(Lil'
the judge
I made miracles with that soda babe
Decibels with that yola babe
Cash Money in my projects, since a Juvenile
Like the Nolia baby
That quarter block
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