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feat. p-money, joey bada$$ & cj fly

(intro)
you know, story of the hood
and, it gets a little rough
but, i can’t fail
i gotta keep on going
keep on going little homey
i know it’s f-cked up, trust me

(verse: buckshot)
run dmc and sh-ll-top adidas
both on fire, i couldn’t afford neither
on easter, my three piece suit
that i wore 24, said it, lcq
well, mom’s had a h-lla of way
and pop’s up in heaven today
my combination, made me sell conversation
i couldn’t sell crack, no time for wastin’
break dancin’ was hot and i was a dancer
squish to the beatbox and now i’m the man cause
when the chicks here brrrr, stick ’em
they think that i’m on and wanna get with ’em
even when i was young, i peep rhythm
that they weren’t worth most of the sh-t we give ’em
yea, life like heads or tails
ain’t fair when we take off or land as well

(interlude)
you had to have props to be able to grab the microphone
not anybody could have did that

(verse: joey bada$$)
this the victory mark
f, it splits steamer
joey high rolling the riff raff
the flow is wrong in-tact
in-fact it’s overflowing overseas
don’t believe me? get your buoyancy
get your boy in sync
the flow got buoyancy, them pro-era boys in sync
rap’s drinking a poison ink, across the loud noises thinks
i face l’s but i’m the best out in the rink
just to think, these rappers like fighters
the mike tyson i acquire is not retired
nor tired, to attract ends is required
and i don’t punchlines, and i punch liars
he’s the element of fire, old man
been running this sh-t before i was a grown man
but i owe part of it, word to my home man
i’mma see you again when i get back to the homeland

(verse: cj fly)
cleaning up my act, not another episode of the soaps
doin’ it for show, scrubs, watch them getting old
covered in such, drive up the sum with a low
third alb-m wheel of fortune when i bought those o’s
and every other letter when i chose
to finish my sentence when i wrote
nothing but bars as these boxes get filled
i’m plaxi with the cops, act real
as the n-z-s got killed
paradoxes surreal, the apostles reveal
tryna stay up out the hopes so we all know the drill
they might offer you deals on the real
a sequel for suspects that won’t talk and won’t squeal
that’s the code we live by so the rules still apply
and the truth i abide, i choose not the lie
need a new alibi, after a while they won’t have use in the trap
i’m sick like i flew in the nile, while you dudes in denial
you are article and my crew be the now
yea, that’s newly announced, yeah my crew be renowned
you the student, run out when it’s truancy around
fly!

(outro)
beast coast!
no joke!
tell ’em how we get down man
pro-era the bucktown man

- buckshot

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