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May 02, 2005 07:38

Rewind tha time to get back in the right state of mind ( Read more... )

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Re: sorry I couldn't resist... smoothcaramel May 2 2005, 19:14:16 UTC
My niggaz is in tha projects or jail
Never harvard or Yale
Weed and coke for sale
Prosperity's failed
My dogs thinkin they can't die
High, as hell feelin like they can fly
Sellin music out tha trunk of their car just to get by
I'm just tryin to stay alive
Strive and never give up
Thugz depression runnin’ through this niggaz mind
I’m not tha nigga who you thought you would find
I walk down tha streets alone
Aint scared of shit,
Like a pimp, two beebers, two phones
Tha hoodz survival kit
Get a girl to ride wit
Be like Chuck Noris wit a sidekick
Who you gon’ side wit
Tha popos got niggaz on death row
What tha fuck you fightin’ for
How you gon’ pass some weed but don’t smoke
How you gon take tha last shot and choke
Pop, Pop my boy just got his ass shot
Cause he was trying to steal some shit but got caught
Youz a funny nigga
Who tha hell pulled tha trigger
Probably some ignorant cop
Who can’t hear a muthafucka yell stop
But all he could see was a young black male
With tha mindset that he should go to jail
He got a blue bandana on
He must of done something wrong
Why do we have to be discriminated for so long
Do we have to bust out tha negro-spirituals through song
What tha fuck is your problem
And why tha fuck can’t you solve them
How much power do you need
How much money can replace your greed
Got niggaz like us on tha streetz
Fiendin’ just for a real meal to eat
One moment, now take your seat
On tha ground, I wanna see your handz and feet
How you like to be treated
Not like we are, you are concieded
Everybody bleeds red nigga
You listen to what I said nigga
That shit’s messin’ wit your head nigga
Keep shootin’ till he’s dead nigga
Get on tha wall and spread nigga.

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Re: sorry I couldn't resist... smoothcaramel May 3 2005, 19:05:15 UTC
oh shit that line bout tha Red Sox was hott. i'll spit another line in a bit

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Re: sorry I couldn't resist... smoothcaramel May 4 2005, 11:41:47 UTC
Hood mentality breaks a nigga
What are the facts that you figga
In, x equals hoes
Y equals the shit you snort up your nose
Closet full of bones
Niggaz walk around like 50 Cent clones
Loans, you can’t give a nigga debit
Cause he ain’t got enough street credit
Let it, affect my unborn son
Who will be born with a gun
At hand, stand before you don’t get what you demand
Land of the free
And still to be under the people who discriminate against me
Well gee golly, Is the beave with you Wolly
Not even acting like you sorry
My hoodzmy own sing sing
Ring Ring
Before I answer the phone I have to put on my bling bling
Let’s think, is your little brother still workin’ that spot
His heat is gettin’ hott,
Even though you can’t see what he got
Fought the air to keep breathin’
Their since he was five and he ain’t leavin
Till hie spot gets blown by another damn heathen,
What does the hood really believe in
Streets is the life, you never die twice. Right.
I know bout my red sox, from my hood
Boston penetrates the very feeling of good, exposes the truth,
By merely spittin’ a rhyme in a booth
Tooth, unstable from their bite out of crime, sometimes
Two things just don’t mix, like puttin’ coke wit lime
Niggaz are a dime a dozen
I’m the same nigga as you and your cousin
We just buzz in give a sting
Then cops rape us from everything
Dissipates our dignity, like we mentally
Can’t comprehend, the message you tryin’ to send
To our weed smokin’ car stealing race,
Simply by the features on our face
What’s your case?
I saw a nigga and they all have the same face?

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