HOODZ FINEZT PRESENTS MUGGS McCOY

IM A LEMON...I WAS BORN SO SOUR AND BITTER...THE ONLY PITBULL IN A KITTEN LITTER...I WAS BORN IN THE 80'S...SO THAT MAKES ME AN 80'S BABY...THE DECADE OF CRACK COCAINE AND MACHINE GUNS...THE ERA WHEN DRUG DEALERS SOLD CRACK TO BABIES...AND DROVE BLACK MERCEDES...GENTLY PUSHED BUT VIOLENTLY PULLED FROM MY MOTHERS WOMB GOD MADE ME CRAZY...HE MADE ME PERFECT WITH MANY IMPERFECTIONS...NOTHING CAME TOO EASY...I EARNED STRIPES LIKE INTERSECTIONS...AS A YOUNG CHILD I WAS RAISED IN THE STATE OF LOVE, HATE, AND EARTHQUAKES...WHERE YOUTH FALL VICTIM...BEFORE GRADUATION AND THE 18TH BIRTHCAKE...WHERE HIGH SCHOOL PROM QUEENS...TURN INTO HEROIN FIENDS...WHERE B-BALL AND FOOTBALL STARS...SKIP THE LEAGUE TO GO STRAIGHT BEHIND BARS...I REMEMBER THOSE DAYS WE USED TO DITCH CLASS TO SMOKE REFER...I STAYED ACROSS THE STREET WHERE THEY MURDERED PETER FOR WEARIN THE WRONG SNEAKERS...AROUND THE CORNER FROM WHERE KAREEM USED TO SKY HOOK... AND ERVIN JOHNSON USED TO WORK HIS MAGIC...I REMEMEBER EVEN AS A YOUNGSTA COMING TO TEARS WHEN HE RETIRED DUE TO H.I.V.;SO TRAGIC...AT A RIPE YOUNG AGE I KNEW I HAD A WAY WITH WORDS...PERFECTING MY CRAFT WHILE THE OTHER YOUNG BOYS WERE CHASIN' GIRLS AND PLAYIN WIT BIRDS...BACK OF THE CLASS WHILE MRS.ALLEN WAS TEACHING ENGLISH...I WAS RHYMING IMPOSSIBLE WORDS THAT WOULD MAKE A GROWN MAN SQUEEMISH...MY GRAMMAR WAS REMARKABLE... MY ATTITUDE WAS BAD...I COULD COUNT MONEY FASTER THAN A NERD IN A BANK... BUT I HATED DOIN MATH...MY READING SKILLS WERE EXCELLENT...MY BEHAVIOR WAS UNSATISFACTORY...I WAS RECITING IN CLASS ONE DAY... STUTTERED...AND GAVE THE WHOLE ROOM THE FINGER FOR LAUGHING AT ME...FROM MY 1ST GLANCE OF MIKE.J PERFORMIN & DANCIN ON STAGE...TO 1991 I THINK I WAS IN 2ND GRADE...OR MAYBE IT WAS ACTUALLY 92'...WHATEVER THE YEAR IT WAS...I ALREADY KNEW WHAT KIND OF CAREER I WAS GONNA PURSUE...