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Hand Days / Rip

 

Hand Days / Rip

(album: 5 And Better Series Vol. 1: Return Of The P.L.K. - 2008)


Uh!
Kh, k-hm! DAMN!
People! (people...) Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
Haha!
This is real shit... (real shit...)
Ugh!
Are you a real nigga or real bitch? (real bitch...)
Ugh! (haha!)
Feel this! DAMN!
You wonder why my days hard? (why?)
I spent my morning at the graveyard. (uh!) crawled into this world gone walk away scared
Tattoos on my past views
I was told cash rules (haha!) get yours that smooth
Mash through! (whoo!) I wasn't talk I coming at you
Bred from a Puerto Rican lady and a black dude
And that dude is why I'm me (yeah!)
Responsible (haha!) for every smile I see. (yeah!) AMMO!
Hue told me since a child I'd be (yeah!)
More than a regular boy and tha boy was he. (yeah!)
Right as ever I'm smart! I'm clever! (uh!)
He's good! (uh!) I'm better! (uh!) I'm hood forever! (forever!)
My treasure value beyond measure
I stand out ain't gotta be all extra. (extra!)
Bank$ the one you look small next to
Just like webster, run I'll catch ya!
If I ain't have all the money I'd ask betchya!
Fuck it! Listen let all the water out your bucket
Furs and Specs when I flex
My swag, and steps extremely complex. (yes)
And ya'll just pecs you can't be the don next
The weight of that torch feels like arm reps. (reps!)
And I done heard it all now I'm gone bomb next
And fuck all you niggas and don't take it outta context. (context!) Whoooo!
You gotta love a nigga loyal
When shit fucked up he there for you
Now it's time to turn the heat up till it boil
And all you a G (haha!) from the Sac to the soil!
DAMN!

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