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| Trini Laws |
| 10. Me to Be |
::Laws::
Those who can�t see me, try to f8ck-with-my-progress
I grew to be a G, from a punk-in-the-projects
Partly through consistency, apart from all the nonsense
Only small quips from lesser part of conscience
Grown to hustle hard nig&a, even when exhausted
Keep it on a leash, if you didn�t then you lost it
�dogs� gon stray, they�ll shoot you right-up in the ass
If you know this in the present, future brighter than the past
Family only friends, and the sage see the same
Not even the best, look at Jay-Z and Dame
Its all about the paper, its all about the C-Notes
Broke, people disappear � paid they trynna see folk
Get your piece quiet; keep it on the hush
Its dog eat dog and these people gonna rush
It doesn�t make sense to ask God for assistance
You against yourself and you are causing resistance
Grown strong from a small seed
You know what they call me
::Verbal Assassin::
Laws, he the don. He �
Killing nig&as softly � awfully�
Nice, to the ones who�ll learn
And will never hesitate, to give you a turn.
I went from fragile and timid, pressed to the limit,
Twelve years old, I lost soul; from the start I was finished,
I seen cops slaughter innocents,
The stories you�ve heard,
I lived this shit.
Ya�ll just got whiff of the word,
I�d sit on the curb,
My day-job, fifth and the bird,
Like a ghetto time-bomb,
Wasn�t shit to disturb,
Scowling at passer-bys,
That patronize with their distance,
They hate my business,
Are, sickened by my existence,
But I don�t live to please ya�ll,
You had opportunity,
See I was born to this stall,
This ghetto community,
So I milk for what its worth,
Then birth new cows,
Get on the scene with Laws,
Soon do a verse with Cal,
I�m ready for my turn,
Ya�ll look at me run,
Ain�t shook from no gun,
And ya�ll thought it was fun.
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