BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- they got me trapped, in this prison
- a nigga just wanna make a living
- but you killing, my misson
- cant even go for a ride witout your permssion
- i cant believe that for your profession you just wanna make that connection
- the nigga always guilty, you feel me; just back up!
- im not gettin smacked up, next time you see me ill be strapped up
- so i look in your eyes before i raise that gat up, kee shootin until you relax punk
- like damn that pig skunk fucking stunk, give his wife a hump in the back,
- and a baby bump lying bout "where the condom at"
- that brown baby livin the hood habitat as a diplomat
- real nigga democrat fuck the republic, just listen while i change subject
- my nigga ride wit the ak eleven, shooting
- send the innocent to heaven while im eluding,
- the cops, every time one step up just hear pops
- so i give my nigga props, plus my rhymes we got the game on lock
- niggas coming up bottom to the top, with a vengeance
- raps knew dependent, coming in with bad intentions cuttin niggas tendons
- while kids in attendance, in remembrance of evils nemesis
- i fight it; the dark alll around the way, i fight it; to give humanity a new day,
- i fight it; so the weak have a voice to say, all the things that they need today,
- when your broke shit dont go your way, just staying on your hustle day to day,
- we aint even got time for kids, all we do is just smoke that mid or loud
- just sheep in the crowd, following clouds, keeping streets on lock
- keeps violence around so how soon before the ones we call young
- start hunting with a marked up gun
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