chorus : (those that love me if ya letme i'd understand, made some bad decisions in my life i understand, raise my right hand up to god right where i stand, ima go get stronger return a better man)

yah better believe it, yah seen me how we creeped up outta cleveland, get yah money
babay if not im gonna break even i wont let yah play me your game aint even seasin its that thuggish ruggish bone i hope u know let it be the reason see it creepin baby but wut are u really seekin are u weak dont believe in me believe in jesus ima freak but baby thats for life n not a weekend goin deep n i can go deeper then her, half breed roc the mic to survive n i might not make it out alive im spittin to save muh life tryin to make it right welcome to the world that we live and all that i did was crawl out the slum for my kids so rest in peace to lil eazy but ur paper work was sleazy and the black widow was horny baby was gettin greedy my boys is supposed to be watchin my back load up the guns n lets attack for but aint nobody tryin to feel me but stack(layzie bone)

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gotta make my money baby nobody is gonna stop me im fillin him up with that hot bithcbullets all in yo body better watch me wicked posse (hey) automatic shotguns half of these rappers talkin aint none of em ever pop one, lil kid frum south field who woulda thought that i make it and the people aint behind me my family gotta fake its that thuggish ruggish ruggish frum columbus n this is the way we play spread ur rumors i just love it, do it all day everyday, ride to the rhythm of the nigga with the pen and the pad now and i know u feel me i done been that done that run that won that comin around let me kill em with or let me kill em with all of the sound every city every little bitty town
aint nobody wanna break me down nobody gonna take me down east 1999 has been abondoned cleveland they show me love they still wonderin how i made it up outta the fam n (gotta) believe it baby baby shoulda listened to my people still runnin frum demons n evil

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im sick of the drama sick of havin beef with my momma n beef with my sisters my brother got murdered over marijuana blistery winners strugglin hustlin all of my life im watchin my back they already tried to muder me twice i smoked the herb that i like i never done coke in my life n y would i lie n if i did it i'd tell entertainment tonight aint no slackin in my mack it aint no shame in the game it aint no slippinin n the pimpin it aint no crack on the brain u gotta be jealous of me n my fellas either wut they tell us sell us anything we helpless gimmy a little bit back n help us we strugglin jugglin rebelin hustlin thuggin up in the club no one to talk to u step on his shoes u bout to get punched up fuck pappa he was a rolley when his pockets are ah swollen he met the dope man n now he on the block askin who told them sellin frum soap man n thats for the times u played me old man this is your son with a blunt and a gun check out my slow jamz

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