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von Mr. Green

I wanted to be just like my big homie O, G
Instead of going to college four years i took the foe way
King of the underground with no radio pushing Oplate
Still got many smokers and geekers of in my doorway
Moma im going to it. droping the formoul to it
Poison in my 2 meter, im posting with my 2 meters
I know that my enemies pray that this smoe will go to Jesus
Father please forgive me that does niggaz no longer breathing
Broke, Blind and cripple. to dup in the spittim
Nothing but murder on my mind but my bottum lines to issue
Gril dont hug and kiss you, Saying you need som rehab
Serve the cronic, bit me a addict
Guess ima be that niggah until my heart dont tiik
Yeah, The indiana Godfather he said bitch
All the will when i bail slang and bang t′ill they tag my toe
I let my nuts drag down to the floor, Gangsta years baby
Uhh...
And if you dont know, Now you know
Nigguh.


Everybody clap your hands
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Everybody clap your hands
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Go. go. go. go.
Plays to be the gratest, I hok to spitt in the faces of those they hold sacred, call em over rated
Haters looking at me sideways like i voted raegen
Screaming bro there's no relation your blow is basic
Grind and tierd of waiting boosted up on that donerslist been over pasions now how sick is that
Mr.Green on the track i jack and ripped that
Feeling on my shoulders like i just had the 6es back in the early dubble O: es, Travel where trouble goes, Landed at OGeis, Consions of undercover foes
The backstabbers they smile in your face
Cars reaveld and your sorry, mo you′re outta your space. it aint a game no
Well
At least thats how to sayin gold bottums to the face poor and little foot of slain no
On the road to the riches thin in the rain go
One park to the sunsets traino.
Go
Everybody clap you hands
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Everybody clap your hands
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Uh
I wanted to be just like my big cousin shat
He took a few shoots, tought he was tupac but didnt rap
Showed me what it was to be in the trap
Startin off, turned it into a stap
Cooking crack, well feeling that
Looking back how i needed that
The reason that these younger is cold red
Cuz they aint got a fishual Ohes
Mine was, conduct, my father figured dropping juice on me
Im more advanced than alot of niggaz
The bran-mentally it mentchalanged me garanty the invalanly, dinsanlanly
Talk to pigs thats a no no offical like polo, with the little logo
Do my dirtual about my dono
Na yoyo what up yo
Nigguz is cut tough, murder for anything
But does skandalouz slut hoes
The streetz flood of the drug sold to the snub nose
Niguuz frontin in the front-shots
Ringing when the cluub close (Gun shot)

I went fissiual trauma with tribulation thats why im here.
Yeah.
Uuum.
We all make misstakes. Yeah
And you do read what is up, so dont think you dont.
You know i got involved with drugs. And uuh. Thats why im here. But this is not who i am This is what i became.