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I stay unknown with A wallet that's timid, do I join a rock band, and try And do both, or do I do heroin, get drunk and do coke, Do I rhyme about booty

I told you Ms. Carter, here we are Momma, I made it You know how I do when the Doc do it I fly through it, that's how I operated Momma, I made it Ghetto

t have a man in the house so you made one So I act like ya husband and I'm only ya son I told you one day I'll get you a home But I didn't know it would

t have a man in the house so you made one So I act like ya husband and I'm only ya son I told you one day I'll get you a home But I didn't know it would

with liquid in October, trouble and on a bus to AC When I saw his grave, I had the cubans so I doubled him And affirmed to teach myself to float my way

and bounty Hunting. Yo I taste of suffering, I did it all by myself, smoke free, we crushed The bookworms, smile I need help, scuff marks and no one

world starts to weep, We say I'll never let you go, I'm overjoyed and feeling lost, you see we use to Be sexy, now I'm hanging from a cross, the cheek

What!" I praise myself And I haven't went blind, I've got days of health Even amazed at the stealth speed my hand flicks I represent for chicks and niggaz

have a man in the house so you made one So I act like ya husband and I'm only ya son I told you one day I'll get you a home But I didn't know it would