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pharell: i`ma tell u what i`m talking bout,when i was a young boy,my mama always told don`t take no shit,mutha fucka hit then u betta hit em` backso when hit the nigga it go blaamme blaaamemalice:back when i was bout big wheels and race tracs,pop push the tornada and rode to eight tracks,never stood a chance, exposed from way backlyin to the baby, saying it`s ajaxi was bout 4, when i walked passed that doorthat should have been closed where i first witnessed the rawsee in my household it was quite uniqueplayin` hide and seek u might find a key(?) branded my mentalhal`s my role model in that lincoln continentalbought all my friends icees, it was about sixand when he pull off i was like see told u we was richhow i turned out let it be no suprisewhen they speak of cousin ricke it brings tears to the eyes(see)my familt got a history of hustlers-lil` brother,big brother,mother to grandmother(it`s tradition)pusha t:my momma didn`t see it coming my daddy was therewhat`s my excusecartoons were the rootstarteed with yosimine sam, with the gun inpalm of each hand,what couldn`t i demand(see)13 studied the gansta`s lean, lil` brim no smilelotta cash meanwhiledaddy had the chrystler 5th ave(y)hustler on the block cars were aerodynamywith ghetto paint jobs, mango m 3`son 17 inch bb`s, riding toughthe bike was huffy, attention was frozeand a 25 cent frozen cup laid my soulthe streets had mad the moldsince 14 holdin`, pusha t was chosenrebel like che` guerverrarc tyco vs. carrera, pick!malice: i think of grandma and the weight she would foot em`she kinda remind me of madame queen in hoodlumspoiled the grandkids, each one she would treasuresaid she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasurethe cigarette dangled, 45 degree anglestill every bit a lady but u don`t want to tanglelet that explain me and how i got involveyoungn`s hustlin` in the creek...me,jon-jon and jamalpusha t:age 15, walking thru the hallwayplayed the new jordans, 1st one on the scenesee i could afford them, living out a dreamhustler on the rise,laces untiedslid pass youngn`s , couldn`t break my stridedidn`t know i was knotted in street tiesteachers asking how and why,bitches passing by (oh my he so gangsta)

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