Yo.. yo.. A man is condemned or exaulted by his words..
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Exalt me.. yo.. this what y'all niggas wanted..
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The streets was waitin'
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here I am, a beast awakened
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in a Beamer Station Wagon with massive gleamin' bracelets
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after years of bein' patient
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sheddin' tears and beatin' cases
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I'm ready for whatever yo (Mega!)
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no more to say
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words can't explain like Rich Porters grave
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this is a ghetto monument, my confidence is more apparent
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the mind like a Nine automatic
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graceful yet capable of causin' damage
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I'm too ill, lyrically I feel I'm too real
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dough or die, either way I do deals
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I'm gifted, my only fear is death or prison
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what other lyricist conveys such sincereness?
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I been through the ghetto life and drug concealings
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fearless, and betrayal with trust is given
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now I deal with a few, I don't fuck with niggas
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it's not arrogance, it's I'm-not-havin' it
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niggas act like they was sendin' me packages
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when I was upstate gainin' weight and lackin' friends
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think about it, I don't talk about it, I be about it
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I get money and I still be in the Projects
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fuck rap, nigga like me is eatin' regardless
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even during the drout I had a Ki in the closet
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connects was tellin' me I ain't need a deposit
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they were seein' the progress on my net, smashin' niggas
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I was pitchin', you was catchin' feelings
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like D's when they seen they couldn't catch my niggas
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41st side, what, we had cracks in the building
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the 4-5, Infra red Mac and the Sterling
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it was all for the cause except my dogs got careless
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I suppose those who ain't like us feared us
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the life we chose inspired me to write these poems
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I'm takin' mine like the Rikers phone
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The Realness...
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my niggas waitin' for this.. pump this on the corner..
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pump this in ya ride.. pump this in ya jail cell..
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the essence of a hustler my nigga.. what.. Mega
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Dramatic Entrance
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