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Date Posted: 10:50:40 03/01/03 Sat
Author: Lil' Lucky
Author Host/IP: cblmdm65-221-33-25.buckeye-express.com / 65.221.33.25
Subject: 4 ever we ball

yo listen up, i dont give a fuck/
you can call me original, but you cant take my cup/
cause i was born in the south, Dirty, i say/
corpus to houston, losin life every day/
Lil' Flip,i like to thank you for all them loops/
cause i wouldnt be hear if it wasnt for you/
you told me enough, that i should take it and run/
now i live in tha glass city, harder and fun/
cause flip, you taught me how to freestyle through/
all my music, and songs, were getin choped up by screw/
and you know its true, that we was straight ballin 4 life/
up on the courts, shootin threes, turning everything right/
and ya flows, yo...i tell them they were untouchable/
cause people looked at ya charms, they know they introuble/
but you taught me to stand tall, cause 4ever we ball/
now yall, think.. that im fronting and fake/
but what i went through, say to my face/
you get knocked on ya ass, and you shakin and weak/
i just hit you once, you be pissen blood for a week/
call me free, call me a mind drifter/
i dont wana be hated, for bein a rhyme spita/
cause you know im quicka, and im just playn my roll/
staindin in line, front booth, payin the toll/
and if you got beef thats kuil, fine, then lets collabe/
4ever we ball, yo, thats all i have/
people out here, still, singin they raps/
runin they flaps, breakin they backs/
cause out here, we work, 12 hour shifts/
replumb, and tear out sewers, cleaning out shit/
but at lunch, i set down with my pad/
lookin around, and try to, write down a slab/
yo i miss you dad, and mom, you taught me to live/
now i gota raise my brother, in this world that is sick/
but i keep on, cause, lil d, havin some fun/
and when he collabes, he knows, he lossin a lung/
we dont gun, but we allways have our own collaberations/
when i say he loosin a lung, its exageration/
on my chest,.... i have a tat of a clover/
stayin clean, tryin stay sober, its over/
but yo life goes on/
im getting tierd of spitting slow slow songs/
Yo, cause 4 ever we ball, and thats my word/
Im a hold it down, in this fuckd up WORLD/

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