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was a bitch man [chorus] Where do I belong Is this world my home Where do I belong Is this world my home [Fiend] Yo, I was tried dawg in the ghetto,
I'm feelin' like I'm suppose to be dead People feelin' like I suppose be happy cuz I'm makin' some ends But I'm lonely cuz I cannot communicate with my
streets hit me back I checked my pager, it was time to attack The motherfucking dope fiends, time to get money I want my bread, I want my honey I want
really blessed, cause I'm still here Niggas steady, hating me I wonder if a nigga's really blessed, cause I'm still here I've been waiting patiently I
I'll be back 'Cause it'll never be the same here So I wipe away the tears And leave the scene the way I came here Though some peopel say it's crazy And
you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise [Ta'He] Still I (still I) I rise (I rise) Please give
-a*s ni**a (But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT? (But Precious was a ghetto girl) Couldn't be no sex without that gold Lexus (But Lil' Trigga was heartbroken
gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost ?swellin? in the wind Give anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was ten I didn't bang but I was hangin
bullet fire from the cop's gun My homie dropped so, I hit the cop I kept swingin, yo, I couldn't stop Before I knew it, I was beatin the cop senseless
list in the first place So I do the dishes and clean the floor When I sleep I can't dream anymore Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha And I, change the
I'm a Thug Poet If I say my mind kills that means I'm a Thug Poet If I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a Thug Poet And when I lay it down, it makes
me I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me Give a nut check, and I see you outta place And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain
dead bodies In Eden leading seeping And I don't wanna rock the pump But I doubt it if I have ta pop the trunk I'ma get 'em when they thinking they miss
most desire I can remember from way back in the day Comin up out the ghetto was a hell of a struggle From sellin the fiends llello But it was my dream
was used to doin the shit I can't call it all in the streets We was hustlin fiends that asked for it I guess I was used to just standin on corners Waitin
. Outsidaz) [Young Zee] *Talking* I'm allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want... This the Outhouse... Lemme smoke a joint first... Here
) cats might know we ain't home My throne's threatened by fiends, try to do dirt Play Tony Randall - have that ass cleaned [Dove] Unveiled I see your
