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"Mamma i'm still thuggin' the world is a war zone,
My homies is inmates and most of em dead on gone"
Like the homie pac said you know...
June Back in 93, I was born to these streets
Fam quick to take me in as result of sum beats
inatation into the struggle
I didn't know was trouble
I moved from the region of regent
to Weston Rd. & Finch Ave.
Blood central if you gotta ask
little street cred that I had
owed it to my cuzin Big Iraq
they said the will to kill I lack
but chips from husltin' i can stack
I was so thankful for that
not all g's gotta pack
so I learned the game
turned it to a trade
went pro at young age
I never been as real as the ave
I can huslte, but death i can't have
lost so many good homies
don't wish that only any phony
although i'm quick to bust your lip
if I catch you talkin' that hard shit
where im from you can't compare wit
first real G's in canada weren't crips bitch
tattoo tears on so many of my peers
don't bring up the sounds heard in my ears
they've scared me during those couple years
just like damien marley at the jamrock
Point blank ull welcome you to a toronto block
you know you got caught slippin' if our shit cock
word of advice keep your lip locked
chain off, pants up, and shirt tucked
& to my homies in the pen tho
i'll blazee up some indo
roll down the window
& dip thru they set yoo
My homies is inmates and most of em dead on gone"
Like the homie pac said you know...
June Back in 93, I was born to these streets
Fam quick to take me in as result of sum beats
inatation into the struggle
I didn't know was trouble
I moved from the region of regent
to Weston Rd. & Finch Ave.
Blood central if you gotta ask
little street cred that I had
owed it to my cuzin Big Iraq
they said the will to kill I lack
but chips from husltin' i can stack
I was so thankful for that
not all g's gotta pack
so I learned the game
turned it to a trade
went pro at young age
I never been as real as the ave
I can huslte, but death i can't have
lost so many good homies
don't wish that only any phony
although i'm quick to bust your lip
if I catch you talkin' that hard shit
where im from you can't compare wit
first real G's in canada weren't crips bitch
tattoo tears on so many of my peers
don't bring up the sounds heard in my ears
they've scared me during those couple years
just like damien marley at the jamrock
Point blank ull welcome you to a toronto block
you know you got caught slippin' if our shit cock
word of advice keep your lip locked
chain off, pants up, and shirt tucked
& to my homies in the pen tho
i'll blazee up some indo
roll down the window
& dip thru they set yoo
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