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what you do, im'a Stand right back up
Cause this is in my heart, my passion never drowns, my spirit never breaks and I'll never walk away

I confront all

rockin
Most a y'all be 50
So I stay disty
Flaming up a jay now it is nice and crispy
Now it got my mind feeling a little misty
Gas got me feeling like

teeth
Ugly looking black fucker looking like Little cease
Who you gonna stab up
I'll stab you up mother fucker
You yellow eyed glass pipe licking crack

bout it still If you play I'mma leave that boy Ill

Know some guys who don't play bout they green Gettin' packs from the field
Catch a rat, bet he

gripping on this microphone, cause ill be damned if i let this chance pass me by, this everything i am till the very day i die

Somedays this is all to much

still be doing the same stuff
Never fazed us when they played us, I'm used to it
I'm the underdog that never gave up
Seeing bigger numbers on my pay stubs

a thief up in the night
I kept calling looking for you
You were way out of my sight
Cupid said to break my heart
And you told her "girl that light"

Stay Out da Hood

South Central Cartel

N Gatz We Truss

1994

motherfuckers tryin to be cool
Put a nigga in his grave
Wrap him up and ship him, over fuckin seas, 86ing
You want chuckie motherfuckies can you dodge it?
SC

You gotta dig it (Nick on the track)

C4, pass me the C4, finna blow a nigga up
Nigga ain't got no money, talkin' 'bout
"Pour a nigga up" he a window

tell me I'll be missing you, I'm coming home she want to puff on daddy
I could tell you don't got ADD, quick to give up the addy
Anyone who test me

Back in a sec need link with the plug

Turn up the speaker
Shut down fever
Wheel up
Young boy flyer than Peter
Cya
Summer time come round
I'll be in

(Fate)
You can't tackle my moon, yea I think it's too late (Late)
And by the grace, I pray we keep that food up on our plate (Plate)
The city lights got my

Its clear you ain't a better man
You still be doin shit
You say you doin fucking different man
Man this ain't no complex
Man this ain't no gq
You talkin

just needed one to trust
Coz if a group of 9 did like me, I wouldn't be 1 up above
And I wouldn't have what it takes
But, I wouldn't rap with these fakes

While you hold my rifle, you shoot, I might as well wife ya
Let the perc ya, eat up yo body
One of em one's , yeah, I feel like Gotti, on a mission, with

the cypher
You freezin'
I got my fist clenched, spirits high
(You are tuned with the next one up)
(And they ain't wanna pass the torch so I lit one up)
I got

got me looking all local
Country hopping got 
Me doing up global
Spending bare euro just like a mogul
If I'm travelling no I don't check social
I'll get

Still My Hood

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

indecent
An' you can catch a body up the street from the prescient
Though we got a lotta' shit wrong, a lotta' shit goin' on
Gotta' love it, this

You see the red eyes looking devilish a new disaster ,
I'm working slower not faster to destroy all that matters ,
What's precious to you won't make

told niggas bout yo side
There's still a lot that's unseen
And I wish I knew what giving up means
And I wish you knew what trust means
These niggas don't

bitches, they be playing
If a nigga run up on me, the last Thing that he see is beams
Red dot on the end of the blue, but You know I'm still chasing green

We were floating for days
We were flying the way
That doves do
And I loved you

We were sailing the sky
Watching the clouds passing by
Like

the midnight air
Close your eyes, I can take you there
Wrapped up in the summer,
Tangled in each other too Ready or not, then two months later
I'm holdin' her

No friends present, everybody see it differently
When I leave, would you slander when you mention me
We ain't gotta be cool but you don't wanna be my