"one mic"
This is a couple of verses i did ta da one mic beat....
Da only way i knew how to confide/was to put ma words inta a rhyme/and tell you how ma lifes been fa da past 10 years/had ta sell rocks fa some dimes/dat brought fears, and tears ta ma moms eyes/but everybody need dimes when dey in da grind/dat was da worst time no food on da table tonight/no one ta come home and talk to/ma mom talkin bout me like im not in da area/me writin dis song is probably breakin some bearers/everytime i talk to her da situation gets hairya/i know aint supposed ta hate her cuz she was ma carrya/im tough cuz ma life was rough/basically didnt have a dad when i was bein raised/now im grown all hell is bein raised/da stress of school gettin ta me/mom steadily always seems ta be blamin me/cant nearly stand me/ askin me questions like/why am i so bad?/why do insist on makin her mad?/ why do i keep doin what im doin?/why wont i stop before i end up losin?/saturday school every saturday/anotha damn saturday bein takin away/ma grades droppin like da world trade/while havin dreams ta sell a million like nwa/look outside ma window/anotha house gettin raid/look around ma school half of deez kids got aids/look in ma mirror i nearly seen a runaway/but dat neva took action cuz i stayed/if you wanna hate on me/i'll drop you like lakewood highschool planned ta drop me/but if you really wanna test me/we could do it professionally wit da pc/ shoot off 3 bullets ta blow ya lid fa everyone of gotti's grandkids/watch closely,as i make da tables turn/wasnt given dis ma slot was earned/spit fire dat will burn/listen closely, and ya might learn/as i put dis in ma perspective/ya not aids infected/but infected wit ma music dats bein spreaded/i give credit ,ta none otha but myself fa standin up when i was bein rejected/needles inject,none otha den love fa dis game inta ma veins/dere was time when i thought da stars was as far as fame/told ma peoples if i made it i wouldnt leave da game da same/ if dats a feleny i should be da one ta blame/ill make you lose conciousness when i spit/im not cha hit man im ya hit girl,dats it/ima felon wen it comes ta dis/make all kinds of hits/you could see it in ma prints/got ma heart inta dis like a motha in da mornin cookin eggs and grits/cuz when im on da microphone/i make statements yall could relate wit and step wit/even though where i came from wasnt all dat good/i guess u could call it jersey's infamous hood/cuz i came from sittin in ma room/in da jungle next ta john street/rappin da line clean ta da beat/droppin steam like rakim n eric b./da jungle is where i was brought up/ but isnt where u wanted ta get caught up/da jungle aint where u was meant ta last/ a lot of hidden secrets unda dat visible glass/any wrong information couldve meant one blast/but we had our laughs on da block/ but den again i always knew in da bak of ma head/i had ta keep ma shit cocked/had ta have da glock/incase a bitch tryed ta rob me of ma money blocks/we lived dangerous fa a while/ blood stains permanetly attached ta da tiles/could hear anotha person bein layed from a mile/ but dat was da dark side of dis game/ no sunshine/jus clouds and rain/wen u think of hard times in da ghetto u think of crime/and how we even found da right time ta sit down and write rhymes....
tell me what u think of dat,and tell da truth yall...
jersey bitch till i die
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~~~NFL FA LIFE YA HEARD~~~JERSEY!
