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Yeah we back in hood I like recording in Philly Put me in my zone Yeah I remember it was no lights Mattress on the floor A thousand roaches four mice Yeah I remember it was no lights I remember it was no lights Matches on the floor A thousand roaches four mice Yeah I remember all the cold nights Niggers sold white just to live the low life The crazy part is the designer ain't wanna send it The dope dealer was I Emmet And not magic you couldn't imagine the shit I saw Had no choice but to get involved You either spit it raw or sell crack and dribble the ball It's crazy when I seen my own neighbor hitting the soft I was thinking in my head like I gotta get with this raw Shit's getting tow up and she watch me grow up Right in front of the kids she fucking her nose up She's thinking like so what My homie got colder She even sold a Nintendo I'm thinking like hold up Letras de cancionesI done seen my homie mami turn into a zombie And it was like the way we throw them johnnies When we throw them cars Slip through like a bowling ball Ain't had no way to go at all matter of fact Who thought that we would go this far? Matter fact who thought that we would live this long? I got the money and the power made a nigger strong I had respect before that Cause every fight I fought back Cause I was always taught that a nigger hit your hold that Down baby now it's thirty rounds baby As I'm riding through my hood It been going down crazy in this bitch Where they murder for a half a pound baby So a magnum for a kilo shark in the water nemo Skinny niggers with a full pound turn Deebo Got the four five and the six call it Cee-Lo Y'all niggers talking 'bout murder that ain't be though Fuck around and get your life took nigger repo Fuck a nigger stepping I see 'em and know they jealous Steppin in like my umbrella Ballin' like I'm melo And kinging like I'm Coretta They like my beretta and singing I won't do never We shooting at all you pussies Ringing on all you niggers My city body for body My finger all on the trigger I'm ready my niggers heavy Yellow gold all on my prezi I'm switching gears in my rare I'm feeling like I'm in ' Young Freddy all in your dreams Lean like I'm Korean My 7-50 my beam Clean 50 you mean My team full of gorillas Killers on four wheelers They stuck me back in the draft Switch up the cool niggers They wanna see my demise Wanna see me no die They talking back on the corner 50 niggers we might Fuck the cowards Cop them on helicopters They wanna lock us in boxes Go out and tell upon it They jealous that I ain't sell it Jealous that I ain't tell it They jealous that ain't telling No focus no ain't feeling Pulling up in the sky Jealous that I ain't die They jealous that niggers made it They jealous I don't know why I remember staring at y'all suckers I guess I ain't meant to Pussy motherfuckers Let me tell'em what I've been through From Letras Mania