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    Another story from my house on 5816 Forest

    Life is really crazy, my people had to raise me
    In the sick conditions of these streets
    Dealers and killers didn't love me least
    This is the story of a kid who dug Steve's beats

    The school I be say Troost
    Right after school I go one house from me is DJ Juice
    He let the beats play everyday, it'd give me a boost
    Then the decay of the DJ I see shake loose
    From hip hop he started to flip rocks, the mixin' records, it stopped
    I did watch Steve pull up in beautiful cars on this block
    Velour sweatsuits, many gold chains, displayin' big wads of grip knots
    Flashing things a year ago he did not
    I was curious, he went from normal to luxurious
    I made my way over to 'em even though my step daddy would be furious
    I said What's up, Steve?, he looked and smiled at me
    I said I miss how it used to be, you spinnin' H-I-P H-O-P, he said

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    (We) stackin', rollin', straight (ball)
    Gettin' it in, just (ball)
    One more time, I say
    (We) stackin', rollin', straight (ball)
    Gettin' it in, just (ball)
    Ayy

    My block is poppin', foreign cars with tires, bam
    I see beautiful women hangin' with Steve and his hired hands
    I would always see this dude who was Steve's admired fam
    And we look up to 'em on this block because he is a fireman
    That's a big thing in 1980, my question to him might seem crazy
    Mr Dowdy, my desire's just to take a ride on your firetruck
    He would just laugh and say Lil' Donny, not too fast
    'Cause the serious job I have, a kid in the way could really be bad
    Time goes on and I see a decade passes
    But it's crazy I'm next to the same family on 62nd and Agnes
    Woke up to feds pullin' beautiful vehicles away
    From next door, it's a Dowdy bad day
    Now I'm thinkin' back when Steve used to say

    (We) stackin', rollin', straight (ball)
    Gettin' it in, just (ball)
    One more time, I say
    (We) stackin', rollin', straight (ball)
    Gettin' it in, just (ball)
    Ayy

    Life is really crazy, my people had to raise me
    In the sick conditions of these streets
    Dealers and killers didn't love me least
    This is the story of a kid who dug Steve's beats

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