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This is my story, Oschino nigga Fuckin Early [Hook] You've been down too long You've been holdin on Wake up dreamer You've been down too long [Verse 1] Muthafuckas say that I'm foolish To sell crack, dropped out of school And pushing that Buick, wasn't fucking with music And my pockets was low, my mind wasn't right My shit was in shambles, life was a gamble No friends, just my 38 snub with tape on the handle No lights, just to eat we had to see with a candle Through the trials and tribulations, I forged Satan No heat, had to sleep in the cold, I was running out of patience Dad's dead, drugs had Momma Judge sentenced me with no comma O bring drama like Osama -- Bin Laden In the kitchen chopping and bagging, the crumb Coppin the wagon, this is real shit nigga not braggin Where I'm from niggaz'll shoot at you Not being in jail, something new to you Letras de cancionesCan't die, who'll pay for your funeral? Life is unusual Went from nothing to wearing Cartaire watches with the roman numerals Nigga.. [Hook] [Verse 2] Walk with me y'all.. From prison to prison, jail to jail Two years straight, a nigga just survived off mail You know, niggaz hated me, bullets penetrated me Cops infotrated me, fuck you niggaz say to me? I'm not on tour, I got to smother the strip Underdog, my face ain't graced the cover of shit Been down too long like Mandela with apartheid Slave with this cotton, I was raised with this glock'n Bout to start poppin like ozone to turbo Niggaz can't hurt O, O shit blazin O been in hospital beds, been in cages O got bullet wounds, stab wounds, abrasions Multiple contusions, the boy not losing The boy don't complain, he just keep it moving The boy can't quit, he came to far with the music You think you like me nigga, I find that shit amusing [Hook] [Verse 3] I'ma tell you why it was fucked up.. It was fucked up cause I had to hustle No clown, but forced to juggle Concrete jungle, skinny nigga no muscles Quick to bust you like acne on faces of adolescence Killed niggaz in front of niggaz just to send a message Infa red circle ya knot, rubber bands circled in knots 20 inches circle the drops, begets circle the watch Niggaz in my circle successful, we the ROC We won't stop until every building collapse Or until we can't rap cause our lunges collapse Mean time licking shots like they stamps Throw oil like Iraq since I was semen in the sack Leaning in the Ac(Accura) I been bout it cock sucker, you feel me? Do not step to me, I'm awkward I shot lefty And often my glock's testy Put you on ice like Gretzky With no skates, just a suit and a casket Family and friends, flowers and pastor It's the ROC you bastards [Hook] From Letras Mania