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(Big Gipp)
You`se a baffoon, caught up in your own cocoon
Leave your head rest maroon
Drunk heavy in the side street saloon
Til` I figured it out, to the 3rd degree
I`m the milli in the meter
I`m the gram up in the kilo
I`m the wave up in the ocean
The C up in the coast and
The B up in the Boston
So what you looking for or looking at now
You ain`t got what you gotta shake
Caught it on the sidewalk fake
I gets down, further digging down
Hurt for the red dirt at the same time
Hit rewind if your ass didn`t hear me clear
Hit rewind if your ass didn`t hear me clear
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My old hood could use a little rebuilding
A better place for these ghetto children
I ain`t gonna let `em take the O out my JOY
Before you can rebuild, you`ve got to destroy
And these walls gonna come tumbling down
These walls gonna come tumbling down
(Cee-Lo)
Well I remember when, I was slanging nothing but weed
I ain`t ??? round here that can`t tell you about me
Fortunately I done changed the way I used to be
When so many didn`t have an alternative to see
Music saved my life and now I`ll never forget it
Thats why I try to glorify God with it
But it still remains, its in my veins
I know that I`ma sin, I just hope he`ll forgive me again
Okay, I`m right and wrong in the same day
And it`s always gonna be someone who`ll see it the same way
And if I react, who was that guy to blame, hey
You fuck with me, I fuck with you thats how the game played
I had a choice to let it go, but if you don`t let it go
Then I ain`t got no choice no more
Two lives gone to waste, one dead and the other caught a case
With 50 years to face
I`m raising ghosts, I`m rebuilding
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(T-Mo)
I`m so tired of my people not knowing what we doing to ourselves
And we blame it on them, but we stuck in the same frame
Trapped inside a mental instrumental bond
Hoping to run, but theres a gun, what could you really do
Everybody new kicking the old ??? to the floor
But now its more shit, crooked, shady, talking `bout the president
He`s fucking other ladies, blowing up spots we supposed to hit
And casually they spreading billions to the little children overseas
Niggas moving G`s, I`m on my knees praying god please
A nigga just wanna eat and sleep
With my gun in my own little world and raise my little kids
Doing the best I can nigga
(Khujo)
Shit, look who talking now
You gots`ta crawl before you walk, Ohh don`t follow to close
Where I think you might stop
We all can see that the grass is the same color on the other
side of the fence
Give thanks, people thank alarm clocks, wake `em up
Every morning brother I gotta stay prayed up
Cause the pistol ain`t gonna save my life when it`s time to go
Its just in case I get a chance to retaliate
I used ain`t have nothing positive to say
Doing my little five minutes of fame
Who done forget from which they came
Acknowledge his name, Lord, you`ve been so good to me
Better than I`ve been to myself
Keep us in good health
The white mans food makes my stomach upchuck
But I gots`ta be strong, to defeat my enemies
For the kill, MAC`s in your side
Judging buildings, they can`t be no playgrounds for these childrens
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