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1 shot, 1 stand <br />1 girl, 1 man <br />They fall, we stand <br />Ma girl bite like Tyson, then she feel ma blessed hand <br />Love her, I do <br />Never playin, stayin true <br />A nigga touch her, ima tell her that im thru <br />Leave her, kill him <br />Po’ it up, to the rim <br />Times were bright, now they dim… <br />See im just a man, struggling to maintain <br />Lookin for some money, hope I find it in tha rap game <br />Jus lookin for a shot, tryna get a chance <br />A nigga from tha hood, I no yall understand… <br />No I aint Wayne, no I aint Drizzy <br />Trials lyke Tupac, tribulations lyke Bizzy <br />Now let’s be completely honest <br />No I aint the best, but im one of Compton’s finest <br />Yea im still in school, where most only plan to be <br />If you aint got tha degree, please don’t stand with me <br />Im surrounded by the goodie-goodie <br />Draped in black pants and a black hoodie <br />I aint tryna rob ya, I jus wanna live <br />How can I help everybody wen I aint got shyt to give <br />Im livin here in poverty <br />Why these niggas follow me? <br />A nigga can’t succeed wit a mouth he caint feed <br />He money hungry, help his seed <br />Don’t people know im in no condition to be in the lead? <br />My mind don’t lyke me, neither do ma eyes <br />Im here paranoid that even ma girl feed me lies…


by nyne




submitted May 7th, 2010 at 7:44am

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