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hip hop iz comercialDigest tha game man, i made dis rap/im juss tha winna of tha race, i aint make theez trackz/bes lyrikal content, i aint make deez factz/i repp my south side jerzy, i aint geograph tha mapz/how doez r n b turn ta rap n let neo rap?/man im juss a brotha of tha struggle tryin ta put my feet on tha matz/my brothaz tryin ta gatha weed n a stash,fo tha money ta stack/money in slacks, fo u hungry fienz tha burna iz strapped/tha mo im learnin tha path, im mo like neo wit cash/people they ask, about my scripture written past/ picture given task, that i embelish wit tha math/im mo hellish when i blast,theez demonz bac 2 hru tha crackz in tha earth/im back fo tha first time like i wuzz aborted at birth/mo mature witt wordz,im so mature witt gurlz/they ask how i do dis man, i say tha world iz yours/take it if you dont got tha money ta make it/das wuh ima do, ima robba only plannin 2 invest my savinz/head 2 tha sky,handz 2 ghetha, lord save em/dont take em away,but if you gotta do it, do it befo judgmentday/let tha othaz etha repent or burn fo a hundred daayz/and in a hundred wayz, their soul will decay/oh buu behave,but it wuznt me thaT made it diss way/BUT I WUZZ BORN INTO SIN, SO I GOTTA MAKE IT DISS WAY........hard body
tha mo liqur shotz i take 2 tha face/tha mo my finger trigga hungaz ta aim at cha face/im hardbody murk a nigga witt my bare handz/south side jerzy there standz, a man that will take yo honey witt my bear handz/farewell, bytch made syntch made niggaz i cant stand/ imobilze ya movement, take ya legz then ya cant stand/couple shotz below tha watse iz tha reason why you cant dance/cant box me homeh i can dodge ya jabb/try come shoot me, i can dodge ya capz/ yumm yuum, fruit snackz/i got tha game tied tighta then a duragg/who rap, boom crack, buu'z back/fear no man witt tha swagg i got/load em up,hand burnaz, we gon clapp dat block/yall half my hott, yall niggaz still cookin crack in one half of my pott/hard body buu, salamhold cha nose i let my shyt stank/spit barz of flame ima big tank/im juss playin a game witt chall niggaz, check mate/no money in tha bank yall niggaz check safe/first u had a bigchain,now you gotta neck brace/fukk pullin it ova ya head im rippin hard/ ya feel brickz in ya face but i aint spittin hard/but at tha same time u dont gotta listen hard/ima riot in tha streetz go get tha guardz/cant box me in tha street niggaz go get cha heartz/somthin like bulletz my strayz gon hit chu hard/im mr mar muhfukaz/ marley dont shoot em, but marley had ta touch em/big pun aint hea so, now i gotta crush em/justin cried a river, so now i gotta rush em/weezy shytn on em, so me i had ta flush em/ashchun hollad at meh, so now i gotta punk em/vince poundin on em, so now i gotta dunk em/my barz punchin at em, so now i gotta snuff em/ itz nuffin...
salammy nigga, das my nigga, same state of mind/lyrikly blow, same state of ryhme/lyrikly spoken,lryikly a bond/i coach you niggaz my lryikz say ''cummm on''/i lyrikly fatha'd you, put tha pampaz on/spit desert storm, heat tha ama-zon/nigga im lost,nigga im gone/neva fall off,pick up my song/pass tha baton-a nigga rappin on/vibe like uhhhh,thas that funk/monkey like walk,gorilla in tha trunk/junk in tha trunk,when it pop off u'll JUMP 2 THA SUN/nah you dont wont nun,this game'z like a gun/put it 2 ya head, and itz bangin out ya drumz/south jerzy im bangin out tha drumz/concrete jungle, monkey hangin on tha drumz/my blow to ya face, iz like ''flamez on lungz''/yall rappaz iz quicksand tha ''game haz sunk''/ titan ta rap game, put tha game on my hump/norte damn hunchback, pumpin wit tha pump/when im pumpin up my lungz,ya feel percussion start ta hum/sumthhin like a b,or sumthin like a buzz/sumthin like a blood, or sumthin like a cuzz/gang affiliated rap, steppin out tha turf/so i take my hamma out, n im lettin off a nurf/i son yall rappaz, i wuzz givin yall tha birth/ now you so greedy,mc wants tha earth/ yall rappaz iz virus, yall fuckin up tha germz/keep playin witt me, i leave ya suckin on tha wormz/thas way in tha dirt,im talkin way in tha earth/tha world iz blood dimond, and money iz tha worth/ im talkin blood money, yea money iz tha thirst/tha route of all evil, money iz tha worse/when comes to justice,money iz tha first/this rap game iz commercialized/ghost ryda, ghost inside/ghost writer, flow he write/ghost ryda, born ta ride/fight hell, go 2 sky/thas wuh im on aight/ cant give you 16/when i brain storm,itz a wett scene/so when i dream barz, ITZ A WETT DREAM/new hip hop movement ''na mean''/im at tha top of tha rimm like ''yao ming''/yall dont want warr yall cow beef/ I spit like a pistol ''pow pow speak''/so when i shoot at chall yall like '' oww oww im outta heat''/thas when ya body leak,hot surpreme mc, make ya body heat/blood pressure risin, my body'z 2 tha T/respect hip hop, i shoot tha body'z 2 ya team/now thas a body fo tha team, so tha body'z gonna bleed/homacide crime, ''righ hea on tha beat''/i blow tha air thru my teeth/ tsunami'z on tha beach, no tsunami'z on tha beat/im lrikly tha king/king mc,took tha rap game ova with an MV/now im feelin sick, i need a IV/sexual healin, i need a mami/strokes to the beat,''i papi''/now roll ova, cuzz ima make ya skkkeeeet/ima fill it up ma,ima make ya kwwwweefffff/martin luther king,ya brotha gotta dreamm/new hip hop era, witt no murda in tha streetz/ so ima rebuild, n put tha murda on tha beatz/call it what chu want, but thas a burna witt a speech///, i gotta come hard, fo hip hop fammmm,, shotz fired, bust backk niggaaa blaka blaka lol, i luv dis muzik shytaye what it do goodbrotha skee/this ya homeh buu, i stay puffin tha weed/last tyme i wuzz witt cha we wuzz in a cypher witta blunt/so ima keep tha cypher goin, like you just passed me tha blunt/i whish i could play tha fabb track, and you breathe thru ya lungz/turn back tha handz of time, ya homeh bringz you ya gun/but thas tha same reason we die,cuzz we only think witt our gunz/or land in court, you have ta cha ching 2 tha judge/ya physical form iz gone, but cha spirit iz hea/thatz somthin you cant kill, cuzz i can feel it in tha air/thru my yearz i definately learned,tha good die young/eyez to tha sky my back 2 tha hood like ONE/ keep it goin my nigga,,,, salammy notes and emotion, iz what keepz me goin/my pen and my mic iz what keepz me flowin/tha weed, and tha dutch, iz what keepz me zone in/my knowledge of awareness iz what keepz me knowin/my name iz poe siden, and thiz iz my ocean/my barz iz life jacketz, that keep yall floatin/my flow keepz tha earth's axis in motion/yall rappaz iz stuck in tha matrix, well now im reloaded/okkkkkkkk im reloaded,my heat keepz me focused/bes ba leeve, yall iz novice,no practice but im coachin/im az real az tha airr we breathe/be all yall can be, but stop tryin ta be me/all yall byrdz gon flock, so yall mine az well flee/i feel like a dogg, cuzz yall tickz and flee'z wont let me sleep/i dream of my consequenses befo they happen ta me/i cant tell tha future, but i just happen ta see/it feelz like im gainin miles, but yet there speedin from me/how many miles u got, juss times 100 by 3/hardcore rappaz you dont want it from me/no homo, but i can fill ya stomach fo free/rap shellz hitt cha abdomen and ya R I Bees/theyz rappaz iz shoutin there name, but all i see iz R.I.P/yall keep rappin about tha same damn thing/yall married to tha game, well yall all got tha same damn ring/i feel martin, cuzz we got tha same damn dream/but i feel like a martian, i whish thiz wuzz a damn dream/im 300 and runnin/got 300 soilderz, so itz about 300 and gunnin/3 digit number rappa fo any body datt want it/ i put tha game in tha field but dont runn, i punt it/ im done with tha east coast beefin and gangsta stereotype/ id ratha collab with every rappa, and let tha stereo'z take a flight/ but no, everybody on there own quest ta be tha best/ am i a gangsta,? tha answer 2 ya question iz a yess/ but not cuzz i gotta robb or kill any body/ i do what i gotta do, when i do it, and keep it real witt every body/ i whish there wuzz a brain on every body/ that way tha bullet can choose, instead of hittin every body/ now dayz, i gotta worry bout gettin shot at any party/ no potz ta piss in, cuzz tha game iz every bodyz potty/ now look, i aint rappin, im just speakin emotion/ but yet tha truth comes to light, afta all the erosion/ dont close my page out, muhfukka i aint even done loadin/ if thiz wuzz x-men,i'd prolly be wolverine or Logan/ professer x, nah fuck dat im storm/ cant tell tha forecast in my brainstorm, im Thor/ speakin of hammaz, i control metal im magneto/ if thiz iz white america, i muss be a black eagle/ flyin hi in tha sky like a 747/ i chose a new dwell, im selectin for a heaven/ or les play a game of who am i?/ im sendin my nation str8 ta hell, witt lucifer az my main guy/ im crowned tha king of rap/ rose thru poverty, and called it kocaine rap/ now im tha voice of gangsta rap, tellin yall ta get rich or die tryin/ muh fukka i got homehz that lost hope, but died tryin/ i own big money record labelz, and now im comercial/ hip hop didnt do thiz, itz tha white man that serves you/ but yet tellz you what ta do, and putz tha money in your hand/ what happened to tha mc'z that didnt see tha money in their hand?/ i opened up yall mental, now tha rest iz up 2 yall, continue my hip hop, and lay down ya mental thru rap emotionz there iz a solution...listen, lemme interperate my vision/
accordin to tha prophetz, ima flush out tha system/like shyt, lil homeh im flushin out tha system/
unload shellz, im flushin out tha smiff n/dumpiin out tha clip n/
reloadin anotha different/no leesh on tha game, i keep it pimpin/
only hold leesh on tha dame, when im given herr whippinz/cookin up 16'z fo centuryz, my notebook kitchen/
gotta change how i live, itz no good livin/muhfukka im simply one of a kind/
only bagg tha best, then im countin my dimez/good deal i gotta mountain of ryhmez/
most rappaz dat ryhme, tell a mountain of liez/but i juss lett it rain on em, witta fountain of linez/
amount to tha sky, theez are tha airlinez, ive bin waitin ta ride/listen shawty, fuck game cuzz it all comes out tha same/
im real, ya digg dat, theez fukin cowardz iz lamez/playin tha game of cupid, when they dont even know how ta aim/
i shuffle my cardz fo a winna, play hard leeve a stain/south side jerzy play hard, dont leeve ya stain/
or u can find cha self pickin ya brain from tha street, and reattachin tha rest of ya frame/shyt aint sweet no mo, niggaz think think diss a game/
till dem choppaz start cuttin, splitt cha D-from a J/yea he'z ok, but tha beef iz a throw away/
i hope i dont slipp, and end up cuttin hiz throat away/hip hop police, thiz anotha knocka ta jam 2/
cuzz once ya start gottin down notes, muhfukkaz get jammed 2/im talkin chopped, slammed and screwed/
itz like chomp, tha food in my handz getz chewed/yall betta off tryin ta foget me/
but i sink deep, replacin ya kidneyz/like damn bigg daddy let tha kidd breathe/
tha boi in tha ring, so let tha kidd weave/i bobb side to side, juss smokin up tha weed/
yea mami im healthy, it aint tha grass itz tha wheat/and i treat deez hoes like leaves, ima tree/
juss tryin ta suck tha pollen out cha flower, ima bee/10 yrz no tellin whea ima b/
but whea eva tha case, fasho tha lama followz me/no loop holez, im luke warm, lookin fo who'z home/
knock knock, ya wifey aint dea, homeh she sukin on buu'z dome/belly of tha beast, thiz iz tru crimes/
i really dont wanna put it on ya momma, and thatz a tru lie/fuck dat, cant conceal tha moment/
im done hidin tha truth, itz betta off ta show it/simply one of a kind, im just show casin/
thiz iz all acapella, i need chall ta throw tha bass in/hitt my inbox, mami take a pillow, throw ya face in/
ass touchin tha ceilin, my stroke game rotatin/or hitt up tha phone lines, i got call waitin/
what cha know bout hittin from tha back, my ballz and ya cliit make a hell of a combination/smack
smacksett up tha camm, do some strechin, baby diss iz ya scene/
nah wait, im just cha fantasy, WAKE UP FROM YA DREAM/You say your there for me than Im there for you//
And if you care for me than I care for you//
But its the love that'll tear us apart//
You know in your heart that things this good dont last//me buu/bellyyea thiz thang love, somebody bound ta get hurt/
emotionz become history, and we droundin in dirt/befo i wuzz surrounded by herr/
my wordz started ta get slurred, then my past becomes a blurr/tha love will tear us apart, thatz why we cant stay toghether/
but at first tha love brought us toghetha, and now i cant remember forever/i wuzz born in september, so ill be gone till september/
now thatz a whole yr gone witt no love lettaz/hugz n kisses our collision, collide/
2 worldz apart, now were 2 worldz alike/cant end diss right now, i dnt wanna say goodnight/
cuzz if thiz iz it, it'll be a long kiss goodnight/im more alarmed mami, im on sight/
long barell rifle, thru tha scopez im so fly/my stroke game will be tha otha reason u roll ya eyez/
death stroke, curl ya toes, and send chillz down ya spine/letz step it up, fo tha love of what, throw billz down ya spine/
u killin ya self worth, thiz killing iz a crime/mo scenes of relationshipz global/
start on tha mobile, and end on tha mobile/if good thingz really dont last/
then why do tha bad thingz stay foeva on track/one loveB3LLY AND IL-LOGIC
MO' REAL SHIT
now see herrIL-Logic
Grew to Il-Logic// ya'll couldnt grab my lines wit an oven mit// step inside my mind on some other shit// heartless, no limit, the gimmicks up// stop actin tuff, this is tuf love// sho nuff, ya'll gonna keep up the bluff// im force feedin you, bleedin you till your bone dry/ choke you till your eyes pop out, homie you gonna die// cry for what you said, take in your own lead// ima good pillow to put your sleepy head to bed// voice thru the speakerbox will adjust you like Nike Shox, wipe you up like a vomit spill on a cafe floor// I kick down doors, blow shit open like Michael Moore// I dont belong like a virgin around some nasty whores// unorthodox mindframe, fueled by an old flame// I take blame for whateva shame you chain me to// Im the voice in your head, I am the strange, said// I am the clue in Final Destination that brings Death// violence in every breath// fuck makin any sense, I will put six down on somethin that only makes tens// energy in a bottle, pushed to full throttle// open up ya mouth and get ready to swallow// shit that you never heard, things that you never felt// the unexpected shit is the only shit i've ever dealt// you talk about a hard edge, Ima five foot ten razor blade// a maniac caged, the personification of crazed rage// a ball of flame ablaze, instigate stupid shit// and I dont give a fuck who you claim you with// Im one side suicidal, other side homocidal, which means in a whole (hole) Im not afraid of Death// Ill make your words worthless, leave you one speed, nervous// take aim, when I rap I offend people on purpose// I didnt care back than so I wouldnt care now, so now would be the perfect time to take my exit bow//B3LLY
im like a lyrikal sponge, tha way i absorb muzikz buetiful voice/
u can keep my heart pumpin, but thas tha listenerz choice/i live on to what we call rappz armageddon/
keep it movin, puttin on my aRMor n helmet/tha one rappa that lives on, they say my armor makes me selfish/
because im standin rite hea, watchin tha warr on hip hop embellish/we'll fuck it, we all need a leada ta follow/
itz me belly, ima lead chall 2 appollo/i make whishes come tru, im rappz geeni/
same time make rappaz disappear, im rappz whoodini/man ima neva be an amrican idol/
cuzz tha country in which i stand, iz lead by an american pie hole/i feed chall lyrickz, but who'z hungrier?, you or me?/
if i cant find a rappa, then ima take a fann in hand, cuzz my belly gotta eat/open my mouth, theres tha belly of tha beast/
u see awhole rappaz convention, in my P.I.T/once ya get ate, theres no heaven fo a rappa/
but i open tha gate, and shed heaven fo deez rappaz/im hip hopz long lost son/
so muzik open up, thiz ya long lost song/free verse/uh i never thought, that i could make a difference/bien a minority in thiz system/were listed as suspect, neva vitum/and when eva we move outta tha hood they go evict them/but nowa dayz, some moves can be changed by what a rappa say/muzik manipulates, so i manipulate tha airwaves,like i charter planes/since rap and hip hop are segregated/i open my mouth and regergatate it/once big time husslaz, and gang members/now cd sellers, and rapp membaz/change tha game iz all i can rememba/ta rebulid hip hop, im gone till november/baby im higha den orion/
if u like long rides, then strapp on and keep climbin/im at tha top lookin down smile n/
know ima girls best friend, still shinin like a dimond/im supaman hi, mami u supa woman fly/
so thiz supa man guy, iz gonna take u on a supa woman flight/still fly, witt no wingz we glide/
some thingz u let slide, but on diss day we ride/listen im higha then cloud 9/
man i skiped 10, 11, 12, and itz all fine/see i let theez byrdz fly off, and they all shine/
man im damn near 20 yrz in, now thas hard time/listen mami, dont show me a hard time/
cuzz really all im tryin ta show u iz hard timez/hitt herr g-spot make herr cross eye/
then i start hittin them switchez, then byrdz cry/lol,
im chillin dawg/
tryin ta have my pocket top billin, make tha ceilin fall/
i gotta go ta philly but really wea tha pretty biddiez/
cuzz niggaz be actin silly,so ima have ta get me a nyne milly/stack up madd cheez, im kinda greedy,
juzz call me diddy in my city, tha home of
jerzy/im juss tryin ta show yall niggaz how jerz ride/
juss makin a jerzy dolla, then byrdz fly/yeaaye,
my whole life revolved around burnin bridgez/
so now i stick witt revolva, and keep hittin switchez/man ima mack, i keep hittin biddiez/
cream fein dream, 100 stackz in dem 50's/yea yea yea, das 100 stackz in dem dickiez/
if i give tha game a quickie,then i kno dat DaMe will miss me/my flow iz different, man gimme an engine/
ya know ya damn cannon, gonna ride till itz finished/mo equipted then othaz , fo tha macth/
man you kno im shyttn a load on theez trackz/i hitt skoo, cum home hitt tha muhfukkin labb/
throw tha guttz out, then roll tha windowz up in tha back/cook up a couple trackz, then we bring em ta 4:20/
bangaz n hittz man, i got tha 4 on meh/yes i spit crack, i got tha raw on meh/
and u cant get it, unless u my hoMeh/2 bigg CannoNz, fo my gooniez doin FeDD time/
Das 2 Men Standin,M.N.O. keep ya Head High/while i, stay focused on keepin diss bread tight/
etha im in tha lime light, or it muss b dem Head Lightz/keepin my head light/
ima muhfukkin nightmare, i make tha BeDD BitE/born fly, so ya boy stay flight/
surrounded by tha wrong, but ima still stay Right/Dre Swerved Left, My Nigga Shuane Swerved Right/
i MaHNewVa thiz Damn Game, ya bOy Dat
Nice/slow down i think shyt aint goin right/
i put dwn my pen n padd,ta make sure tha flow still flowin right/my goonz iz GoNe, But tha tooly on/
they say my swaGG So Badd, Tha Court Tryn Ta Sue Me Dawg/i hitt tha county, and holla at my fukkin FaMM/
OnE StIll Telln me, he still tha fuKKin MaN/My Nigga Dre, Aye/My NiggA ShauNze,Aye/
One Named Money, Tha Otha Go STacK MoneY,so Less get Money Ok/Im still Hittn i still vision a betta LiVin/
My Flowz LiqiuD, NIgga TriPp Den Hiz Soul Liftin/Im so In It, If GoLd,i Go DiGG It/
TrEat Tha Game LIke A Mine, I GolD DiGG It/rappaz fukked up tha game so much, tha MolDz StiCkN/
I HoLd PoSitIon OnlY ta stepp out fo thrown siTTn/my wordz real u feel em cuzz my soul spittin/
im so gifted, wrapp Me Up and call Me So ChristMas/Im so focused,notta rappa jussa Poet/
i neva show how i feel, Only my WordZ ShoW It/Man Im So Oven,cant touch me go put cha GloVez On/
M.N.O. Ya Boy Buu On Da Move Like He Got DruGGz On/Lmao/man yall tryin ta B hott,well das da basikz/
man i wuzz, BoRn In Da PoTT, U canT FaCe Em/No ReZaDU Buu, You cant Trace Em/
NeVa Have FeAr Of U DuDez, So I ErAse Em/Dis WhOle Shyt StArTed In A BaseMenT/
Dj AlAmo, Put Diz In RoTaTion/LeTT Diz MonEy, Stack Up,WhEn Im HunGry, BaGg uP/
CaSh Up, Now Da WorLd StArT Ta Move FaSta/Ya NiGGa MaHnEwVa, I Juss MoVe PaSt cha/
BuRNa MaKe Ya HeAd ClueLess, No AnsWer/Im SiCkA Den AnyThinG, Man WhAtz CaNceR?/
ShEllZ BlEss A Nigga,And LeeVe Em Witt No ThAnK Ya/iM like treez witt no seedz no stemz/
My wordz iz Dimondz, but my Dikk b ya girlz bestfriend/cmon now, im flya then ya past/
mo G then ya Present, Hold cha Future in My GrasP/Gimme a TiTle, No class/
cuzz i beg ta differr from theez Niggaz witt no SwaGG/i could talk about my free Game witt No Padd/
but how tha fuk could chu talk about cha weed gaMe witt No StaSh/me use no Game, Im Passd Dat/
Shawty Bottom frame, Jump Up And dwn Like da NasdaQ/maN my Rapz Crack, Ceo'z and producers B Like Buu, Bagg Datt/
Niggaz kno im doin tha real Deal,no half ass, Now Bagg Back/Im madd dat,my niggaz lockd dwn, oNe Passed Craft/
Tha Otha Gotta Court Date,my niggaz i Flash Back/Buu, Dre, ShauNze Up In da Booth/
we Cook tha product up, then Bring it Back 2 Q/tha suMma Gettin Hott, But Us Niggaz In tha BaseMent/
ThinKin Bout Diss Money, Notha L dat we Face In/My Peerz tell me not ta rapp at theez niggaz, they cant profit u/
Buu thee Impossible, do what i gotta Du/Real Motivational story, tha Ink still DrippN/
tha story writez itz self, i Blink..................then Thank God Im Still Livin/M.N.O.
we still
TiPpn/Free Dre
Free ShauNze/"Look Back and chu turn ta StOne/Look ForwaRd and iTz M.N.O. Already Kno/i live life like fuck my past/
but i figure i learnd alot when a nigga look back/no room ta slow dwn, homeh my swagga Advancin/
im out doin clock work while yall rappaz still dancin/mind body n soul, 2 fukkin unlimited/
steppd up in diss game raw, pain deliverz my sentencez/yall gurlz 2 weak, how i pipe 2 deep/
treat da game like Pussy, man im iN 2 Deep/M.N.O up late, fukka swear we dnt sleep/
got nightmarez fo a fukka,Man i swear he wont sleep/man ill fukkin murda ya, if ya try ta bury my dreamz/
think i care wha chu bang, man ill bury dat G/ma dayz a lil sober, like whea iz my Weed/
feddz came and took my niggaz, im like whea iz my team/fuck dem d'z man u aint eva gettin a barr from me/
Man buu gotta stop, givin yall Barz fo Free/wuh if my lyrickal thoughtz could become reality//
actually, day by day wha i have in my head becomez my livin boundary'z//no diari of me, juss a speech so lyrickly//
it feelz like im dien ta be, a livin legend in muzik, i live it so physically//paint pictures so vividly//
that not only i can see, but a whole generation behind me can see//martin luther you hadda dream, but i also dream everyday//
ur dream came tru afta death, mine im still livin every time i wake//im still strong every time i aint//
cuzz i wuzz born ta be somethin that no artist could paint//no stormy wheatha, no cloudz, no rain//
sometimez pain, but that helpz me rememba why im still in dis Game//my aim, iz like no otha, cuzz no otha could bare my flame//
when some say wierd or strange, i c they have no room left for change//pocketz iz hungry, there's room, but no change//
i seen alot of niggaz exell to tha topp then fall witt no gain//im juss a savior fo wuss left of dis era//
and thas only tha truth if u could look ya fearz in tha mirror//i hadd tearz dat bin washed away like hope in katrina//
swagga still bang tha same, like when a holdz on dat neena//put my work in now, lata kick my feet up//
nigga i spit it loud, homeh kick da beat up//yall waitin fo it, but nah homeh im 2 real i neva switch up//
open doorz fo success, my determination iz alwayz a lift up//tha game of hip hop called my celly, so i picked up//
she said she at her last breath, so i give LuNgz//breathe BaBy..........
