I know this dude named Eddy
Had a semiautomatic tech and a machete
Used to cop wait for him
Who? He was friendly
Had the same beef with this dude I wanna bury
African cat, told him how to smoke ganja
Funny style and f**ed up head
His head was bogus
He tried to play me on some hating on day sh**
s**er punch right down in the face
I ran away quick
My man Jason just sat there
He didn't chase him
I'm like what the f**,
You let him get away, son?
My finger in the air like
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All y'all is gay, son
The reason why I been One Dae since day one
This whole time this Portorican b**h
Laughing at my bloody lip
Lucky I ain't slap on some ugly sh**
Thought that she was in the whip
Trip, that's a funny sh**
Last week I holler at this b**h and some other chick
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Take a look around, this is my life
These are my friends,
Wander why I'm holding a knife?
This is a gun, you wonder why I'm pocking it back?
This where I live, you wonder why I'm talking like that?
I went to school with this dude, Black Larry
Used to cut cla**, burn hells, he was pallie
Even wrapped with his fat cousin, and fat buggin'
Fat gold chain, he like "man, what you pumping?"
I'm like "what, yo? I ain't a punk", so we laughin'
He wasn't really cool like that
It was just rappin'
The One Dae, aye, yo, bustin', what happen?
His cousin, Stocky Brian, Spanish Mickey with gla**es
Try getting tough with me, cause they knew I had my stuff with me
But I ain't even cut a gutter for a buck fifty
I try back and I'm down with one hand
Brian start swingin' his hands, nothin' land
I duck one, turn around and I look
Little Mickey grab my book bag
Shooking it up, damn, you motherf**ers get ... in school
Lucky you ain't seen me creein' in an ... with tools
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Knew this Damien, flap top cat, a cool character
Q P's and Berkeley cheap, go get a gat for ya
I used to meet him south station to Ashmouth
Damien was like Wolverine, hiding his stash paw
I knew it, but I never was one to listen to it
I bought sisty with no crew
What the f** I'm doin'?
I see my man Shawn, he usually call
From fifth grade, but today he look unusually awed
Face drain, like he got a lot f sh** on his brain
He didn't even say what's up
He didn't see me, but hey
I didn't really think it's nothing, kept steadily steppin'
Next day I found out he put a skep to his melon
Heard he called his man Jahmills with the funny arms boggin'
Counted backwards from ten, and then he bucked it
Now that's some f** sh**
he wasn't the type
To be ball cat, thirty, go pro, that's nice
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