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letra de menace 2 sociey - malcolm dex

malcolm dex – menace 2 society
intro:
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hope my mama don’t hear this sh-t, cause i know she won’t appreciate it
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i gotta fix this, hol’ up hol’ up
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ey ey just start it

verse 1:
since day 1, i ain’t done no good
i been tricking white boys, welcome to the hood
give yo bout nicklebag and call that sh-t a dime
don’t be mad at me for doing me, i’m just trying to get mine
i was born, with a silver spoon but i want it in gold
so i do what i gotta do, f-ck doing what i’m told
pray for my foes, yeah i might as well
i’m sippin some brew and i’m high as h-ll
thinking way back to the days when i was young
way before i had reefer in my loungs
hopped off the porch at the age of thirteen
started hanging out with the dealers and the fiends
dopeboy dreams, i was trynna make it big
baggy jeans on, i was skinny like a twig
started moving weight, wasn’t in no gym
raiders logo above my brim
acting like the cool kids on tv
ain’t gave a f-ck about my cv
said f-ck school, that sh-t sucks
i’m skipping cl-ss to make big bucks
did it for the love of the drug dealing
thug feeling, ego all up ceiling
the white people called me a villain
just cause i’m black and i’m young and i’m chilling
if my mind’s an uzi then my uzi weigh a ton
cause my clip is filled with bullets and i’m shooting you for fun
death before dishonesty, that’s the motto
wanna stack bands like i just won the lotto
hope my mama don’t hear this sh-t
cause i know she won’t appreciate it

hook:
cash rules everything around me
i was 15, breaking laws in the upper cl-ss of county
now i’m grown up and i’m still doing damage
menace to society, i do what i manage

verse 2:
grew up a screw up now getting the crew up
from drivings in hoopties
cause it’s time we blew up
it’s bout time we made money, bought fancy things
rolies and diamonds and chains and rings
never had a lot of money to my name, bruh
it’s a shame, bruh
i ain’t even in it for the fame, bruh
so i’m in the booth, my last resort
cause my wallet’s in the ghetto and my money too $hort
people saying i’m not hood enough because i know my dad
saying i can’t rap like this because of the things i had
but i still did work and i still did business
i done went back and forth like a game of tennis
i’ve been a criminal, i’ve sold some drugs
still love my mama, still giving her hugs
never thought i’d be in the studio, spittin’ rhymes
if i’m lucky this gon’ keep me far from lines
cause i never had the nose, sh-t be itching too much
and i can’t get caught, moms gon be b-tching too much
and i can’t stand police, n-gga f-ck 12
i ain’t been a snitch and i ain’t going to jail
if the cops pull up, you know i’m that r-t-rded
i don’t know nothing, cause i keep my info guarded
people saw some hope in me but now they giving dope to me
i’m openly hoping theres none of the c0ke in me
in my bloodveins, running through my system
hitting up my brain, give me narco-wisdom
is this sum’ i can’t run from cause i’ve been as high as the sun ever since i was young
will i survive, will i prevail?
will i stop doing things i shouldn’t tell?

- malcolm dex

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