in the medicine sold. While they're working for a drug free world they're taking all the money from the working man. So the working man turns to drugs
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is in the medicine sold. While they're working for a drug free world they're taking all the money from the working man. So the working man turns to drugs
' to find a motive, why do what I do? The freedom ain't gettin' no closer, no matter how far I go My car is stolen, no registration Cops patrollin' and now they done stopped me And
that the kid spit fire Reality rap, nigga check my salary cap I give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack What you know about light planes and heavy coke And drugs
And can't think without the drink and drugs How many niggas can't get in with hats and sneakers on? Say, ?Fuck security? and get inside and keep them
my BEEEYATCH Hey!, and getten' paid You other mothafuckas callin' But me and my mothafuckin' thug niggas We st8 ballin' St8 ballin' Damned if I don't, and
it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and
And who I sound like? C'mon dog my voice drown mics But nigga don't compare, stop talkin' and come here You know where I be at, BX and nigga bring that
tell the law And for you fagots I see past all your cheap stares Nowadays I see my past from a beach chair, yeah And I the fellin' so relaxed and refreshin
Started smokin' woolies at sixteen And runnin' up in gates, and doin' hits for high stakes Makin' my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and
feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk Until these jealous motherfuckers kill me I'm out the gutter, pick a hero I'm 165 and staying high till I
autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide And some ol 6-drop niggaz Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz Get knocked, say we smoked detox niggaz Drug
of tin I [*scratch*] shit off your chest and then grin And move on to the next motherfucker Cops ain't nuttin but the klan undercover And they be lynchin
out and git somethin' How will you make it if you never even try You need to git up, git out and git somethin' 'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and
fuckin phone me and paul in a hopeless cell waitin to get a fuckin bell some people think 2 on 1 is just a place for cops and robbers niggas
duck hunt and double dribble When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels My cars got big TVs and satellites I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White And
