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I Predicted THIS!
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Yo, blesses to the young ones trapped in the worldNever hate the next man that be tappin your girlIt's just a hype, shoot anythings a man vision thru lifeHelp me to understand the chosen ones livin thru ChristBlinded time from so many signs shown from greedTryin to calculate all the funds I blown from weedStarted out just a young shorty, wakin the rulesTurnin out to be the wise, educatin the foolsSo many lost in these last days, closed curtainsTryin to change from my past ways, I'm soul searchinDiggin deep, tryin to feel within, it's real illTakin time just to chill with friends we still billAlways told when I kick it with moms, to stay strongWatch out for them ****@#% that's wicked, they play wrongKeep your game strong, maintain yourself and liveStar bless the kids, soon sometin gotta give{
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You got to know when your end is near, I been thereSeen years disappear in thin air, nobody wins hereSwore on the population, we fightin blindFor sure, we need to stop the hatin, enlightin mindsMany die from a tragic death, in cold bloodBehoggin !%*%+% lost or lack respect, show loveSometime I wonder, was we ever free? High officialsthey move so cleverly, don't ever sleepGot my mind on the proverbs, ecclesiasticsThese Bible words, so absurb, I read em backwardsThey open doors, gave me a cause to stay swiftAnd reward, it gave me the sword to stay richUnderstandin is the best part, besides thatI fell-a off to a fresh start, no time to sidetrackSo much more still to come, it seems strangeI was much more iller young, but things changeTryin to grow old, so many sights to seeTold it never fold, just more righteously, you know?
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I never knew any Bloods and Crips, but they existIn New York, it's just thugs and clicks, we offer tipsMakin moves, tryin to stay afloat, it get deepIn these streets, you either stay or walk, or get beatSo strategise like the wise king, respect dueBrothers get high and let they mind scheme, I got Tek coolIn this world where so many stress, understandain't nuttin left but the thoughts of death, we're sons of manSo off track it's a shame to see, it's open seasonGot police movin dangerously, for no reasonHopin soon we can all adapt, get wiseIt build lies, it was all a trap, in disguiseAssassinated by my own kind, so why askWhat cause blacks to have a closed mind, deal with factsKeep your eyes open, never rock yourself to sleepLove to the East, let the dead rest in peaceI spent my hard earned money on this piece of $@!@...I kept this song on repeat throughout 8th grade tho...& throughout high school...Been listenin to it on the iPod as of late...Almost forgot how ILL this joint was...One of the 5 or 6 AZ songs I can listen to without wanting to jump off The George Washington Bridge...And lemme just forwarn the guy thats gonna come in here and post like 5 or 6 GARBAGE AZ songs and try top claim I should listen to him...I'm NOT...I'm !+@!%@ with this REAL hip hop...YG > AZ...
