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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