And 1972 I was born from my mothers womb And everything I needed Was on a spoon My pop was working hard living large in the Coast Guard And then my only one worried I was watching cartoons Now Im in this war on the street packing heat And quick to bust a hit for cheap to make the ends meet They dont understand me I had to eat I had no family My mother and father Was now afraid of me They all use to say to me Go get a job But its hard No man in his right mind wants to hire me I was that minor My designer was Kevin Kline My hair look bad I wore my Pants with a sag Aint that bad Living in Shaolin Staten Island So sad my homies are hanging with Started Filing My mother and father they. had a fight she kicked him out That nice my mother went. crazy and sent Me down south Now Im with my aunti And the City of Jacktown Homies buck down If you back down So I got down with those clitt Hitting licks The Dirty Dozen Doesnt I have nothing on this shit Were cruising the town Looking for clowns Who can get down I never had another man bile Down to my crown We spotted from Herbs On the curb smoking herbs I put in the clip this is it Test your Nerve We pull to the side and replied Give me your money He pulled out a fat knot kid 50s in 20 His homie started playing with my mind Pulled out a shooty I made an example with my 9 . Petersham His body We hopped in the ride from a peace sign Then dash There was no debate Started separating the cash We got to the lab Started celebrating the caper We smoke so much herbs The neighbors Can smell the vapors I hop in my 5.0 like speed racer This w**** On my back trying to clock All my paper I did a 360 in the street Then hit a tree And thats How I got this big scar Right here in front of me .
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 07:08:10 +0000
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