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Tha Splizit
Jus tryin’ ta get by on tha streets, beats flowin’ to tha rhythm of my heart, start ta freestyle, lay it down solid as concrete, but smooth as bile, smile, yeah right, fight wit rhymez deadlier than rapper’s delight, can you get it through yo thick head, they scopin’ us with they inferred, like we gon’ go somewhere while we in bed, well maybe that all depends on the bitch that’s givin’ head, I said what I said and I ain’t gon’ take it back, lack to follow my rulez, this rap epidemic is takin’ over your schoolz, poolz of blood drawing card sharks from across tha way, hey hey hey, who wants ta play, I ain’t gay jus flowin’ like Fat Albert, hurt ya feelings like I’m doing dealings in your preppy ass hood, feed ya to the fishies and then act like it’s all good, you should just let me be, before the constraints of probation let me free, see how I can take you out in a matter of milliseconds, not even enough time for you to take notes for this lesson, niggaz don’t want to beef wit a grown ass nigga, how do you figga your life is gon’ be like in a couple of years, when you lost all your peers, and your too tough to let your fears turn into tears, spears pierce your side like you tha Christ, or tha Godson like what Nas thinks of his life, a wife and three kids lock down for strife, it’s 10 o’clock at night, when some niggaz’ll jus comin’ out into tha light, sight distorted by tha cocaine you jus snorted, reported an OD down tha street, damn my nigga’ll never again stand on his feet, or let a word out ta speak, bleak day cuz tha night was off the hook, take time in tha morn ta really get a good look at reality, it’s sad ta see, niggaz diein’ when all they doin’ is tryin’ ta live the life that was chose for them, and peoples jus wanna ignore him, like let’s kill him and store him, nobody’ll be lookin’ for him, like I’ma let that shit go down on my block, reload tha glock, if you talk too much I’ll show you what tha tech about, yeah I’m stressin’ out, tryin’ ta figure out, how I’ma get through this next week, so that I’ll still be able to merely speak, snuck out tha house to face less hell then in the place I call home, tranced in a zone, where I’m strugglin’ on my own, company disconnected the phone, nothing can bring me up not even a Sunday cone, or a shot of perone, uneven flow there to emphasize, the truth of the game that you should realize, Friday night ain’t perfect and all that shit happen for a real reason, like 50 I’m here for a real reason, he got hit like I got hit but he ain’t fuckin’ breathin’, you damn heathen, release in my dogz from my hood, and they gon’ tall you what’s good, should you mess up and get your ass blasted, when you in your bed like fat bastard, separate you like Diddy’s band did, don’t try kid, cuz I ain’t afraid to unload my clips, on you heretics, you should be scared of this, cuz I have 100% probability that I wont miss, then back in tha bed and give your girl a kiss, lunatics that try to come at me, I’ll send them on a path that ain’t happy, give you nightmares that even scares his health, wealth and power got me switchin’ to stealth mode, travel tha globe, but I’ll never find a place such as my ghetto, I even get though, you couldn’t survive one day wit me, nigga don’t try to play me, cuz hell even thinks that I’m crazy.
Jus tryin’ ta get by on tha streets, beats flowin’ to tha rhythm of my heart, start ta freestyle, lay it down solid as concrete, but smooth as bile, smile, yeah right, fight wit rhymez deadlier than rapper’s delight, can you get it through yo thick head, they scopin’ us with they inferred, like we gon’ go somewhere while we in bed, well maybe that all depends on the bitch that’s givin’ head, I said what I said and I ain’t gon’ take it back, lack to follow my rulez, this rap epidemic is takin’ over your schoolz, poolz of blood drawing card sharks from across tha way, hey hey hey, who wants ta play, I ain’t gay jus flowin’ like Fat Albert, hurt ya feelings like I’m doing dealings in your preppy ass hood, feed ya to the fishies and then act like it’s all good, you should just let me be, before the constraints of probation let me free, see how I can take you out in a matter of milliseconds, not even enough time for you to take notes for this lesson, niggaz don’t want to beef wit a grown ass nigga, how do you figga your life is gon’ be like in a couple of years, when you lost all your peers, and your too tough to let your fears turn into tears, spears pierce your side like you tha Christ, or tha Godson like what Nas thinks of his life, a wife and three kids lock down for strife, it’s 10 o’clock at night, when some niggaz’ll jus comin’ out into tha light, sight distorted by tha cocaine you jus snorted, reported an OD down tha street, damn my nigga’ll never again stand on his feet, or let a word out ta speak, bleak day cuz tha night was off the hook, take time in tha morn ta really get a good look at reality, it’s sad ta see, niggaz diein’ when all they doin’ is tryin’ ta live the life that was chose for them, and peoples jus wanna ignore him, like let’s kill him and store him, nobody’ll be lookin’ for him, like I’ma let that shit go down on my block, reload tha glock, if you talk too much I’ll show you what tha tech about, yeah I’m stressin’ out, tryin’ ta figure out, how I’ma get through this next week, so that I’ll still be able to merely speak, snuck out tha house to face less hell then in the place I call home, tranced in a zone, where I’m strugglin’ on my own, company disconnected the phone, nothing can bring me up not even a Sunday cone, or a shot of perone, uneven flow there to emphasize, the truth of the game that you should realize, Friday night ain’t perfect and all that shit happen for a real reason, like 50 I’m here for a real reason, he got hit like I got hit but he ain’t fuckin’ breathin’, you damn heathen, release in my dogz from my hood, and they gon’ tall you what’s good, should you mess up and get your ass blasted, when you in your bed like fat bastard, separate you like Diddy’s band did, don’t try kid, cuz I ain’t afraid to unload my clips, on you heretics, you should be scared of this, cuz I have 100% probability that I wont miss, then back in tha bed and give your girl a kiss, lunatics that try to come at me, I’ll send them on a path that ain’t happy, give you nightmares that even scares his health, wealth and power got me switchin’ to stealth mode, travel tha globe, but I’ll never find a place such as my ghetto, I even get though, you couldn’t survive one day wit me, nigga don’t try to play me, cuz hell even thinks that I’m crazy.