One Eleven

Little brother

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    [Chorus: Rapper Big Pooh]
    All my real niggas trying to make money
    All them fake nigga trying to take money
    Why them little girls wanna shake for they money
    You don't want no problems with me, sonny, for real

    [Rapper Big Pooh:]
    Eight years young, Now you back home
    Trying to walk a path
    The straight
    The narrow
    Shorties on the block still getting that gwop
    But they ain't like you 'cause them niggas ain't narrow
    One slip-up cost your past vacation
    Spent in the hell that we call incarceration
    Before you came out, tried to tell you all about
    How this world done changed, I know it's frustrating
    I plead for my brother to have patience
    They set you up to failo, better know your situation
    They first tactic, we call it probation
    I don't believe in the rehabilitating
    They still gotta keep an eye on you, hating
    That's when they throw another at you called occupation
    And damn, for a 2-time felon
    The only thing you smelling is fries and beef
    And here comes the Lord
    You back to the street
    'Cause $5.25 won't get you a car
    And people like, homie, why the fuck is you working
    You should be with your brother
    'Cause that nigga's star
    And that there's the furthest from the God-given truth
    Thinking you entitled, 'bout to tie your own noose
    Every house built one brick at a time
    I build mine with these rhymes
    You gotta find your own juice, bro

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    [Chorus]

    [O-Dash:]
    It's hard not knowing where your meal's coming from
    Your ribs get to touching
    Them thangs get to busting
    Scabs start pussing
    Adrenaline start rushing
    See your belly full, wolves get to lunching
    Call myself putting all my faith in Christ
    I just preserve my demons, put my faith in ice
    Calculated the price, of sacrifices I made
    Now I'm in the shade, seeing how the game is played
    Cause kids learn at young age
    They gonna either strip, move a brick
    Or end up on the front page
    It's like one way in, no way out
    The hood is sponge
    Niggas fear squeezing 'em out
    Got stacks in the floor, a li'l work in the couch
    Laid off, plus your girl got one in the pouch
    Trying to live a good life, but this money is dirty
    The way we living, bro, we ain't gonna make it to thirty

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