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mistah fab - cry lyrics

have me politickin bout the politicians
what the f-ck was you rap for 40000 fake ups
and i ain’t even talk about the war
and all the storer hoods that i got love for
and i’m in and out of lanes tryina switch all 6
but i’m steady on the gas, cause some things i can’t fix
but look, n-gg- know the caper close
stack paper so i turn the beamer to a ghost
i guess i’m still on that n-gg- sh-t
chains and whip gonn tain a n-gg- b-tch
have you all sick of a foolish sh-t
a lot of n-gg-s talk it, but few really do that sh-t
hah, fab know i’m really on it
my style gangster and sh-t, cause i really done it
you got a problem with menace
well you can tell him…stacking up,
just minding my bizness, i’m 8 ballin, w-ssup

long nights in the lab, writing bout my past
body full of tats, n-gg-s that past
nike box full of letter from my comrades
my cousin getting killed, turnt his son into a sav
guess you are who you are player
bad grades, strippers from beein ball players
still made dough like the ball players
lawyers paid off, antic-p-ted the fall later
i speak the truth, when y’all lying
the death of america …
can’t hit the hood man, without the lost pioneer
time i hit the hood, i hear about my dogs dying
don’t know where to stop, don’t know where to go
got shot, no hospital, he on parole
and that would be a violation for sure
and back to saint quinton, he don’t wanna go

- mistah fab lyrics

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