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Baby
bring
that
ashtray
in
here
Aiight
(AZ)
And
bring
my
mail
it's
on
top
of
the
counter
Here
baby
(AZ)
Check,
what's
this
I
don't
know
some
mail
came
thru
today
(AZ)
Fishscale,
Professional,
what's
this
about
men
Lemme
see
what
this
about
Anyway,
the
food
will
be
ready
in
20
minutes
Peace
Allah,
hope
tha
scribe
reach
ya
hands
in
good
health
As
for
self,
no
sense
of
worrying
my
cards
been
dealt
Sunk
in
a
cell,
fishscale,
fifth
year
of
my
bid
Finally
got
a
chance
recent
to
connect
with
my
kids
It's
kinda
hard
thru
carelessness
I
scared
they
moms
And
temporary
I
was
barred
voluntary
the
bond
Nevertheless,
it's
issues
I
need
to
address
Pertaining
the
certain
statements
that
made
me
confess
Faced
with
life,
it
bites
when
reality
hit
And
wit
crime
come
a
lot
of
technicality
shit
Thru
many
co-defendants
conspiracies
linking
Like
the
court
system
designed
to
keep
the
mind
from
thinking
Fog
ya
vision,
guess
it's
just
the
odds
of
living
But
like
me,
most
great
men
became
god
in
prison
Since
Illmatic,
first
heard
ya
bars
of
life
I
was
up
in
Cansaki,
*****s
started
to
fight
You
touched
souls
to
a
lost
population
of
men
And
no
doubt,
if
ever
out
they'll
never
lock
me
again
Faced
wit
10
on
state
time,
wit
life
on
the
back
It's
fucked
up
when
your
own
folks
ain't
writing
you
back
Learn
to
relax,
spoke
wit
certain
cats
that
helped
adapt
You
know
the
streets
to
the
pen
it's
kinda
hard
to
transact
All
the
cars
and
the
pretty
women,
condos,
The
clothes
and
the
city
living
I
seen
division,
breakdown
of
the
population
It's
either
submit,
death
or
incarceration
I
felt
the
combination
Torn
between
reality
rap
and
the
fakes
Some
do
it
for
the
salary
cap
few
relate
And
been
thru
what
I
been
thru
at
least
in
fraction
So
when
they
spit
you
could
feel
the
passion
I
see
you
maxin'
That
Nas
and
that
Jigga
riff
started
some
shit
It
departed
the
prison
system
we
should
argue
a
bit
It's
a
glimpse
of
what's
to
come
The
past
follow,
hold
the
voice
just
hunger
me
holdin'
my
last
bottle
I
live
like
that
of
a
star
without
the
title,
I
had
to
write
you
It's
beyond
trying
to
enlight
you
It's
a
token
of
appreciation
for
being
that
poet
with
no
abbreviations
Much
respect
from
us
all
wish
you
much
success
Get
yours
take
money
nigga
fuck
the
rest
I'm
signing
off
And
leave
in
the
way
that
I
greet
and
say
peace
Keep
in
mind
always
rep
the
streets,
you
that
nigga.
Word,...
Gotta
write
homey
back
(AZ)
Ayo,
boo
I
got
any
more
of
that
mail
out
there
Got
a
few
more
(AZ)
You
gotta
read
this
one,
the
shit
right
here
is
deep,
man
Alright,
gimme
a
minute
(AZ)
Okay,
What's
this
one
right
here
Oh
shortie
from
Nashville,
alright
lemme
see
this
AZ,
this
is
Camille
since
Sugarhill
been
a
fan
And
since
then
to
me
you
still
a
man
A
real
card
player
rarely
reveals
his
hand
And
sincerely,
I
could
say
the
hood
feel
ya
jam
I
sit
and
listen
to
your
last
edition
Washing
dishes
in
the
kitchen
Or
twisting
the
baby
dreads
on
little
Christian
It's
so
sickening
his
father
we
both
miss
him
He
was
killed
in
a
'99
car
collision
I
guess
the
best
ones
God
get
them
the
tar
sniff
'em
It's
just
the
way
it
is
in
this
bizarre
system
You
remind
me
of
his
one
concerning
words
when
you
speak
You
and
him
both
got
that
funny
type
of
slur
in
y'all
speech
At
night
it's
like
his
face
just
emerge
in
my
sleep
I
smoke
herb
so
that
grief
can
stop
disturbing
my
peace
My
life's
deep,
it
coincide
with
the
way
that
you
rap
I
hate
it
when
them
commentators
say
that
you
back
You
never
left
you
was
always
years
ahead
of
the
rest
My
baby-father
even
felt
your
style
he
say
you
was
best
How
you
dress
how
you
move
when
you
in
the
public
Without
a
lot
of
luggage
gotta
love
it
that's
how
you
thug
it...
Know
that,
that's
right,
it's
bigboy,
okay,
okay
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