Tuesday, April 28, 2009

How I Feel Right About Now

But that's a story for another day:

Fool what you want? We stiflin them fools
Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
The rules, (back em down) next thing, (pat em down)
Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound! now, (now!)

Brownsville, home of the brave
Put to work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code
Always in this stress mode
(That shit will send you to your grave) So?
You think I don't know that? (BLOW!)
Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that!
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm 900 and 99 thou short of a mill

Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up of them goddamn diamonds!

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