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Dawg you gotta feel me on this one What it be like dawg, I'm on some some adope grown up type shit look who I be around nigga, look who I been around nigga Geezy, Juve and turk, B and Slim dawg pay attention dawgAge is nothin but some digits nigga trust me on this Cas I think I speak for every one when I say life is a bitch I ride D L into the C L Gun right in my grip I slip a clip in every rip, cas hatas like ????? trip Come home to my future wife and every nite she'll flip She end up catchin rights to her lips behind diapers and shit But I like when we split drink ??? without ice when I'm pissed Go to the club and start a fight thinkin I'm Tyson and shit But I'm a man so I'm here to handle my situtions correctly And I know I might be dumb but niggas gone definantly respect me But in the mean partner I'm fightin gun charges in court And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start Its like I'm livin happy now except for the fact my daughter sayin I love you daddy now And that kinda juice me up and I smoke about 3 blunts and puff a cooler bust me up And say a prayer for everyday jus so I get through the stuff but I be likeAhhhh man, it's complicated doin everythang on your own man being responsible for everybody and yo own man and when u feel like everythang is goin wrong man I'm gone stand cas I am a GROWN MANI try to keep my head up, but I die to keep my bread up And usually I'm feed up thinkin everythangs a set up But I get up this stick out my chest and clutch on my nuts And I get hit up with all kinda stress and put up wit the stuff But I mantain to climb through it all and I still manage to be Lil wayne therefore I shine and I ball And dawg I live for today and hope and pray that theres a tomorrow and I borrow confidence from out my heart when thangs get awful And I'm walkin on the edge stuck without a salute and someway I still pick it out and shuffle out ??? And I don't need nobody ???? keep yo advice and jus dumit Cas ya'll cats don't really no me ya'll jus no bout me So if my dawgs be on my side they keep me combile with spirit And plus I no my fathers watchin and my mothers the dearest And I ain't neva said they don't appreciate wat we do but jus no if I wasn't a man I wouldn't make it throughWho would have known that this was somthin that didn't turn out so happy But I chose my own life so I gradually accept it I'm influenced and effected by the way it became And I don't play with them at all so I don't say its a game And even though I grew apart and I have gracefully change I'm always strict so I'll forever be facin a change And I'll keep this thang brutained on the waist of my pants And I demand respect from all if not then I'm waisten a man And if I want it then I get and if I need it I have it Take care of them family first busta look weed is a habit And I'm so often I'm congratulated for the succeeded ???? But when they turn they back I just have Jesus leadin my path And I didn't ask for you to like me I don't care if you hate me But don't mistake me no otha man can neva make me or break me Now you faithfully inspired by the hood tell I'm gone And I dawg I do belive I'm grown so I'll be good on my own but I be likeLIve By your sins Inside The Crack Dens Kids without parents Family roots disaperingThe community is shook Crime 38's with crooks Not to mention they cookHard white will make a colored man feel like He is white Money Power, and Ill Get my respect Cross my neck and ill slice yours Till the police drain every liquid in my pours God take me forever im yours My body locked up but my mind is flooredLearn by your Mistakes and also your wounds Nobody look after themselves but the mother that feeds Us. Earth And the heavenly Sun Life For me has just begun but i lived by my gun SO lord forgive me cause her i come #187
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Dont Nobody Want To Be Broke Me Neiter Put Me On The Corner Watch Me Catch A Quick Case Of Cream Fever.I'm not a hunter but i am told, that, uh, in places like in the arctic, where indiginous people sometimes might, might, hunt a wolf, they'll take a double edged blade, and they'll put blood on the blade, and they'll melt the ice and stick the handle in the ice, so that only the blade is protruding, and that a wolf will smell the blood and wants to eat, and it will come and lick the blade trying to eat, and what happens is when the wolf licks the blade, of course, he cuts his tongue, and he bleeds, and he thinks he's really having a good thing, and he drinks and he licks and he licks, and of course he is drinking his own blood and he kills himself, thats what the Imperialists did with us with crack cocaine, you have these young brothers out there who think they are getting something they gonna make a living with, they is getting something they can buy a car, like the white people have cars, why can't i have a car? they getting something they can get a piece of gold, white people have gold, why can't i have gold? they getting something to get a house, white people have a house, why can't i have a house? and they actually think that theres something thats bringing resources to them, but they're killing themsleves just like the wolf was licking the blade, and they're slowly dying without knowing it. thats whats happening to the community, you with me on that? thats exactly, precisely what happens to the community, and instead of blaming the hunter who put the damn handle and blade in the ice for the wolf, that what happens is the wolf gets the blame, gets the blame for trying to live, thats what happens in our community, you don't blame the person, the victim, you blame the oppressor, Imperialism, white power is the enemy, was the enemy when it first came to Africa, and snatched up the first African brothers here against our will, isss the enemy today, and thats the thing that we have to understand.

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Yo lil' Kadeija pops his locks he wanna pop the lock but prison ain't nuttin but a private stock And she be dreamin bout his date of release, she hate the police but loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her Her father's a political prisoner, Free Fred Son of a Panther that the government shot dead back in 12/4, 1969 Four o'clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine, cause Fred Hampton Jr. looks just like him Walks just like jim, talks just like him And it might be frightenin the Feds and the snitches to see him organize the gang brothers and sisters So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go Eighteen years, because the five-oh said so They said he set a fire to a a-rab store but he ignited the minds of the young black and poorBehind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates Most of the youths never escape the jail fates Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up(Hello?) Collect call from Nes (How are you?) Yo shit is crazy Boo (Have you been alright?) You know I miss you (I feel lonely lonely lonely) Yo woman.. can you put some money in my commisary?Lord can't even smoke a loosey since he was twelve 925 locked up with a L They call him triple K, cause he killed three niggaz Another ghetto child got turned into a killer His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin Used like a pawn by these white North Americans Momma couldn't handle the stress and went crazy Grandmomma had to raise the baby Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty Hustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper home Carried the chrome like a blind man holdin cane Tattoes all over his chest, so you can know his name But y'all know how the game go D's kicked in the front door, and guess who they came fo'? A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been shoulda been, never see the hood againBehind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates Most of the youths never escape the jail fates Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan to keep us in the hands of the man, locked upBehind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates Most of the youths never escape the jail fates Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up