Intro:
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Verse 1:
To my n***a LB where the loud at?
To my n***a named Bo where the crowd at?
To my n***a Dre tell me where the proud at?
They not proud a me, but im loud as can be
So I hit my n***a LB like where the loud at?
I hit Bo like the crowd act wack
And the crowd saying act like that, they all aliens
So i'm feeling like spraying them
I am the opposite of love but i'm love that's f**ed up
Gotta' get some love for the love that's f**ed up
I could be the love that's f**ed up
But I am the love and i'm f**ed up
A big mirror; looking into it
Like i'm too intimate, to be your best friend
But i'm in some sh**, help me out
My hand from the bottom reaching up
And your hands are like "I got em" what the f**?
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X3 Ain't no mystery I live in the city
Out of town clowns get down I got em
Verse 2:
Shout out to Hex Murda take my life
But i'm NYC you better make it right
As soon as I step out my neighborhood
They like yo " We'll die in this hood for you Charles"
You off your rocker, you should lose it
And tell n***as that it's far from just music
But as far as I could see I could die now
Right now as soon as I lie down
I lay on the altar, don't cross the-
One that would die on The Rock of Gibraltar
Just for the survival of my others
I am not trying to be some dying motherf**a
Let me come back in the resurrection
In the middle of it, just to intercept somebody's midsection
Rip it off like Johnny Cage, i'm the rage like Carson
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Verse 3:
Ayo my d**h comes from a bad b**h
Who promises I can cum on her wig and get mad riches
Some honest sh**, momma be proud a me
Because i'm the one who's as loud as could be
So Shout to my n***a LB where the loud at?
Shout out my n***a Bo, tell me where the crowd at?
And Dre tell me all the proud facts, what I got now?
Must a n***a dropped down I am not on a cloud
I'm feeling like rain, n***as only dance when they feeling my name
Not because of the substance these n***as like-
"f** it this Charles saying sh** that's hard and it's a bar"
On subject: acknowledge me
The fact is I owe life an apology
I'm sorry SEGA, sorry New York, sorry everybody
But everybody can be bodied by my shotty
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