| Chop shop
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| Moody/Median
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| A tree died for me to scribe on this loose leaf
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| Shallow niggas like, «Median is too deep»
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| Cats stay frontin' like they runnin' who’s streets?
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| World Trade terror?
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| Now that’s true beef
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| The innocent fear for they life now
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| Runnin' out the White House
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| Shut down airlines, they cuttin' lights out
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| The temperature is risin'
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| Meltin' ice down
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| At the polars of the Earth and we gettin' high now
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| Scriptures, Revelations, bout to reach their height now
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| And we watchin' it on TV, like movies of the week
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| Thin line between fiction, reality
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| Who teach the violence, but where all the wildin' be
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| To enterprise, just take God and y’all eat
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| I should have saw it comin'
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| I was tryin' to find a freak
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| Streets raised me to find a grind tryin' to eat
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| And keep a little stash until I find the hottest sneeks
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| Throw blinders on the Jeep
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| And spend drug money as we drive economy
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| And now we got killers livin' where my momma be
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| And we stack paper for that by any means?
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| They never said stayin' in school was playin' cool |
| Cash Rules Everything but I’m not moved
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| I never missed a syllable that them bigger niggas mentioned
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| They respect the sports and the niggas in the prisons
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| I’m a product of environment
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| How big is your world?
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| How big is your world?
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| How big is your world?
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| How big is your world?
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| How big is your world?
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| How big is your world
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| or the ways of my life?
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| Do I wanna change or just waste all my life?
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| Median is balanced but at times I’m Moody
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| And all he wants; |
| a brew and a dutch and a true freak
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| I know that type of livin' only causes casualties
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| But tell that to Moody, my split personality
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| He really don’t mean no harm
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| With the ladies he’s a charm
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| Posses the gift of gab
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| He’s witty, you’ll laugh
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| He’s the one you’ve seen if I’ve ever played the ass
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| Don’t have problems sayin' that
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| Walk a mile in my big shoes
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| It may sound like I’m wildin'
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| But Median is bout to handle my problems
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| Tryin' to get my mom out the factory job
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| Arthritis in her hands be makin' her wrists throb
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| But she’s got a car note and a mortgage to pay |
| So even if I get high I grind everyday
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| Plus hustle to them classes tryin' to make good grades
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| Is it time for work till it’s time for play? |