feel my pain

Singer:az

this ain't just rap

this is about connection

ya crabs could trap talk

this about respect. i'm a mixture of mutulu and malcolm x*young rick the ruler

my mouths is a mess. my low homey home he on house arrest

try to tell homey be grown

this is about success. the streets been sewn we see a thousand deaths

so many nuts bust we rarely get aroused for sex

try to do leers at the clear

lounge on decks

among those who couldn't care what's around my neck. ten respects bbm'n or sendin' a text linen fresh

either we sinnin or blendin in with execs

nigga i'm blessed puff blunts with big in the flesh

due to nas in '95 with the bridge address

live what i rep

i'm real no identity theft

my will

it's like a prison

i'm pulling this stretch

it's ill!

recreation

my reputation

could bring together that gangs from separation

so

no dough

no explanations

blow!

get lows my expectations glow. og

g.o.d and i know no nigger that could deep on me!

the way i put the words together

they want something new

so let's get reacquainted!

time to re-up gotta recycle the flow!

you talkin' like this was a thing of the past!

switch hustlas been killin em ever since

hey you tell the truth dawg

it only makes sense!

reminisce rent a miss' this is limitless

started from the genesis school

though i been it since

touch down scrimmages talkin to your nemesis

barkin at your innocence

finding that you're friends ain't shit

let me finish it!

few niggers benefit!

new niggers tend to send a cent to the penetent

camp style

i know now what kill i'm in

no resemblance moving off my inner strength

superb penmanship

heard that my pen' was sick

never impetent wonder where my niggers went

die hard is still the point even when i'm bent

fly cars

louis scarves

everything is meant

two-ten new in charge imma bring suspense

white ice blue y'all ain't seen me since

the young god

took a charge for 'em two attempts

in my defense

i'm due to vent

rap convo

blackin' over congos

glass condo

relaxed in the dawn mode

both arms fold

feet up on the console

fuckin bomb holds skeetin on your cornrows

my boy alonzo beat another homo

let the dawn flow try and get the bronze dough

head honcho high with a milan glow

how them horns blow make a nigga mambo

white bronco

address beef pronto

breast meat combo

don't be a john doe

still calm though

og at the trial when they hit busy bee in '03

low key

live wire flow be

5th gear mode it could rip earlobes

think quick on my tiptoes

life's a bitch and the chick chose