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He's laid back, off packs of haystack,
while he plays tracks,
of James Browns It's the Payback,

and A Mans World,
clutchin' his money makes his hands curls,
after all this time his plans are still thorough,
and smoke in the air billows 
because the  blades in his fan swirls,

He remembers when his time came,
How he mastered the crime game,
and through all his mind pains,
that depicted his mind frame,

So as he walks down the crime lane
his journey still cautious, he stays ready,
So his 9 aims[mind pistol]
lettin' off shots of wisdom
because now he's tongue heavy,

So he finds fame & climbs to new heights,
His business is all good
and he can still claim his true rights,

That he's a gangster & still all hood
he's blended with game & pure hustle,
he knows that the law puts
shackles on those who captured in the struggle,

But his peers did it, so he struts the same road,
trying to capture hood glory & gold,
So with a devlish grin, he reveals that he knows,
he came from a piglet to a hog
through all his ghetto episodes.

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