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(Get up) (get down)

It's so much pride in my mouth I can't chew it
If there's a short to take I've already been through it
At 13 I'm a grown man
Threw them cards on the table and dealt me a new hand
Dropped outta school and bought a gat
Now I'm lookin for a fool to spit this hellafied game at
No love for another
I'm fuckin sisters and daughters and old-ass grandmothers
Huh - jackin is the objective
I'm takin all, nigga, try and put that in perspective
Start hittin that glass, full of that fry
Down to make me a devil die
Now I'm lookin for a mate
I start datin a dopefiend and packin a .38
And hangin with the Jump Out Boyz, fool
Jumpin out on woods, gettin them hoes out our fuckin hood
Cause a nigga's from the 'Point see
Grew up in Acres Homes but that ain't where a nigga be
I guess I gotta choose
Cause I'm a grown man, huh, wearin little boy shoes

See, mama's been there for the rough ride
She gets much love, I got much time
To think about my life and all that stupid shit
Squabbin over shoes or burnin with a hard dick
I guess I'm gettin judged
God frownin on a nigga
Huh - that's what I figured
For every effect there's a cause
I got caught with my pants down wearin some dirty drawers
A nigga caught a case
Wrong black time, wrong black place
A pocked full of weed????
Who the fuck is that knockin on my fuckin do'?

(Damn ain't nothin cool about jail, man
Yo, ain't that Fesu over there?
Yo, what the fuck is you doin in here, man
What you do in here?)

No, no nicotine, no, no, not another dose
My brain is fried, hear the cries from a chrome I toast
Old school fiend, I'm stuck in a cell with a pipe
The fuck is smellin the ass on my nuts
And hittin amped squares cause I ain't a hoe-ass punk
Reminiscin on a case that made me a newcomer
Wastin crackers and shit and fuckin over the drama
I'm a crazy muthafucka with a uncle named Grady
Mother Latania, plus I was born a blue baby
Premeditated was the outcome of Fesu
I get a pitch in my drawers with my hands on a ouiji hollerin voodoo
I don't need a posse to squab, I'll go stag
Bitch, I got 22 ag'
(Get up) (get down)    It's so much pride in my mouth I can't chew it  If there's a short to take I've already been through it  At 13 I'm a grown man  Threw them cards on the table and dealt me a new hand  Dropped outta school and bought a gat  Now I'm lookin for a fool to spit this hellafied game at  No love for another  I'm fuckin sisters and daughters and old-ass grandmothers  Huh - jackin is the objective  I'm takin all, nigga, try and put that in perspective  Start hittin that glass, full of that fry  Down to make me a devil die  Now I'm lookin for a mate  I start datin a dopefiend and packin a .38  And hangin with the Jump Out Boyz, fool  Jumpin out on woods, gettin them hoes out our fuckin hood  Cause a nigga's from the 'Point see  Grew up in Acres Homes but that ain't where a nigga be  I guess I gotta choose  Cause I'm a grown man, huh, wearin little boy shoes    See, mama's been there for the rough ride  She gets much love, I got much time  To think about my life and all that stupid shit  Squabbin over shoes or burnin with a hard dick  I guess I'm gettin judged  God frownin on a nigga  Huh - that's what I figured  For every effect there's a cause  I got caught with my pants down wearin some dirty drawers  A nigga caught a case  Wrong black time, wrong black place  A pocked full of weed????  Who the fuck is that knockin on my fuckin do'?    (Damn ain't nothin cool about jail, man  Yo, ain't that Fesu over there?  Yo, what the fuck is you doin in here, man  What you do in here?)    No, no nicotine, no, no, not another dose  My brain is fried, hear the cries from a chrome I toast  Old school fiend, I'm stuck in a cell with a pipe  The fuck is smellin the ass on my nuts  And hittin amped squares cause I ain't a hoe-ass punk  Reminiscin on a case that made me a newcomer  Wastin crackers and shit and fuckin over the drama  I'm a crazy muthafucka with a uncle named Grady  Mother Latania, plus I was born a blue baby  Premeditated was the outcome of Fesu  I get a pitch in my drawers with my hands on a ouiji hollerin voodoo  I don't need a posse to squab, I'll go stag  Bitch, I got 22 ag'