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[Chorus] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick
It's all a struggle (Tryin' to make it day to day) It's all a struggle (From my hood to around your way) It's all a struggle (Single parents all by thyself
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Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff And brought
Tell me why you?re crying, my son I know you?re frightened, like everyone Is it the thunder in the distance you fear? Will it help if I stay very near
{tec-9} I don't like to dream about gettin' paid No time for slippin' no time to get laid Got to get mine, get it with the tec-9 Nigga's on the come up
Big Pimp A K A all up off in yo main gul drawers Frank Dingaling the dirty hog That's some of that Peruvian weed Okay, okay okay okay okay, okay Now
I have left the land of bondage with its earthly treasures I've journeyed to the place where there is love on every hand I've exchanged the land of heartaches
There's a hole in my heart that's bleeding But it's giving me strength I needed To carry on, I'm moving on I'm not giving up that easily I can see the
Hunger grows, Through the town as food is craved... Hunger grows, Through the town as food is craved like a drug. The little food the people have is
London is gray but it's great in it's way If you're just barreling through You find a first class boiler And she boils your cares away Well, life is
I can't be happy without you You can't be happy without me Still you always wanna pick a fight now You say it's written in the stars Some psychic read
I bring yo' thugline Don't they want to see me fall? That I never have 'em and I'm just to wrong Used to have a lot of Devil scenes When I kept my soul
Momma went and made a thug nigga, And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer. My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle, In time
Daddy don't like it but mommy still wonders, sweet boy But you're allowed to try it and I point no fingers Sweet boy, but I'm still wonderin' what it
Fire falling from the sky Rage of God is coming down Armageddon's drawing nigh Sinner cry, heathen die Hear the toll of pain, Gloria, Gloria In the fiery
Pushed from the start Do it right and maybe you'll take a part Call a spade a spade Put on your blinkers maybe then you'll be made To walk the streets