[Slug] 
He [bad word] down the middle of the street 
Bare feet, looking like he needs a little to eat 
Broad daylight, the school kids are laughing at him 
It doesn't matter, he's battling a traffic jam 
Pacman [bad word] up a quarter 
Joystick, put your score in the corner [bad word] from the ghosts till you get that pill 
Gotta hit the wall when you wanna stand still 
He's used to sell crack, years back 
I remember it was him and his weird fat cousin 
The last ones that you would've guessed at it 
Soundtrack was "Black Planet" and  [bad word] Packets" 
long time ago in a hood 
that is still relatively close as the crow flies 
No time to grieve or bleed 
Tryna find a way to fulfill those needs 
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Such temptation, what's the basis? 
Cutthroat rages, tuck the razor 
Stuck in a phase of must get paid here  [bad word]  raised up to the majors 

[Slug] 

I was living at my dad's crib 
still a kid, when my best friend began to drift 
So I guess I was a lame 
cause I wasn't with the game, [bad word] cocaine 
Yeah I know you didn't want to be broke 
It's [bad word] excuse for those that sold dope 
If your momma had knew, I know she'd throw blows 
Y'all moved here from Chicago to grow 
You got a tool up inside of your coat 
And you got no clue why you decided to smoke 
I never even said goodbye to the bloke 
I would see him around but never try to provoke 
But here we are two decades later 
I'm curious to see what the kingpin's days made of 
You never got to be Scarface 
Caught between a rock and a hard place 
Maybe he got something to say to me 
I have to patiently wait and see 
Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for dope fiends 
Cause I know he never made it to the major leagues 
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