I think I hustled my way into a hell hole
My arms got too strong I had to let go
these motha fuckas didnt believe me yo
The life was making me greezy
I was jus doin what I had too believe me
They called me crazy it aint breazy
I never wanted the hood to leave me
But I had to leave the hood trust me it aint easy
Like static shockin to the masses when they sse me
They scared in my shadow like they was on rock
All they do is rat cause the cheese is mine
how they gonna call themselves thugs and lean WHY TRY?
I can't stand you so I sit
you see this lean its natural best fit
do that..
Be that..
Friday, February 02, 2007
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