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Ken Boy |
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I raised up my project window And i smelled endo Hollered at my kin folk Afta dat i big smoke I hit my n***a Gutta Wit dem gutta ways All of my cuzins bussin k's So I was led astray And I dont pray So I'm thinkin bout death Neva once thot bout blankin myself Cuz i got bank by myself U heard dat green and yellow CD Dat b***h Gutta Da world wide struggle or Da one about my mother I'm bangin on da corner Down in Cali Wit the Bloods and Crypts See 2K, yea 2K, man i luv dat s**t I figure dat I'll die in jail If i stay in da hood So I'm tryin to make a mil & get the f**k out of Baton Rouge I wish 2pac cud hear da s**t Dat I am speakin 2 u I bet 2pac wud hav 2K On an album or 2 Did my daddy go to thug mansion & if he did I no he saved a spot 4 his kid This s**t is real |
DIS IS 4 MY GURLS DIS IS 4 MY BOYS DIS IS 4 MY PEEPS DAT CARRY THEM BIG TOYS DAT WILL LEAV U DEAD IF THEY FEEL PLAYED DONT EVEN WHERE A VEST DEY SEND SHOTS 2 YA HEAD MANY MEN THINK WE COOL TILL I TAKE EM 2 SKOOL DONT LOOK HERE FOOL DROWN YA A** IN A POOL Y U LOOKIN IN MY FACE SPRAY YO A** LIKE MASE IM BOUT TO CATCH A CASE IN A HI SPEED CHASE |