Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
The life of a farmer is governed by sun
You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that
I am the hardest in the market
Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Make them more insecure when they caught one
The egyptian farmer shenti had just begun
Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Because its a growing job market and i like computers
I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
Until he sell his own cd's at the market
Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip
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