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Inglorious bast*rds
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Ransom
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Yeah, sh*t's serious, man Word Ay Craven what up? Let's get to this money, man Let's get to this greatness For real, know we the specialists, man We the professionals of this sh*t, man All these other n*ggas, man They amateurs with this sh*t Ever wondered just how these streets play I seen my niece grazed, we each prayed but still I was homicidal for three days But she's brave, she took it in stride and told us to behave Mama said that these ain't the type of children that she raised Back to my street ways, homicides and police raids 'Cause we paid, but life without worries is what we each crave I told my son he was baggin' a quarter key shaved Don't be a drag and go find out how much all that D weighed Ironically, I'm in chains but talk like a free slave Receive praise, I'm deeper than bunkers buried beneath graves Yeah, bet I knock a chunk off this geek's waves With these K's, I take a cap off and make sure the beef's aged Y'all n*ggas wear purses and try to bleach braids Huh, my n*ggas like lions trapped in a weak cage Bruce Banner on gamma when I release rage With each page, paragraphs get written with every beat slayed I'm deprived, my father, my son in his quarantine phase Re sage the house and count blessings before the sheet's slayed I don't speak vague, slow learners get delayed Beefin' with the DA's, inmates get they cheeks blazed Bet they won't find the body until it decays And he won't respect life until it replays Anyone in the crowd can catch one of these strays The DJs, openin' acts in the R&B stage Street money is sour, stick to the sweet wage You on the run eatin', don't get ya cleats grazed I lay my hat where my pet peeve stays (?) the only men allowed in the G cave Spend money on war, no peace pays Now you wanna cool down after the heat raised Nothin' is impossible, Magic Johnson beat AIDS He won't stress a rainy day as long as he saves What's happens in neighborhood where the self esteem has been overshadowed by the decay And the children no longer play the way they used to When the young boys choose to follow figures that had no father figures The place where lives have been reduced to mere names on a n*gga wall Lot of dead shames on a n*gga wall 'Cause most of my childhood friends died over dumb sh*t It's like we all on some slum sh*t Whatever happened to that we shall overcome sh*t, n*gga Where I'm from, sh*t They done tore down the projects and took away neighborhood sports It's a place where little black boys put on jerseys and shorts Dream big about stardom on...
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