Who Holds His Own Mcgruff

[Verse 1:]

I was born a poor black kid, Pops doin a bid

ran down tenement, barely no food in the fridge

My Moms dukes had to raise my on her own

all alone, never had a Father home

I remember clear as day seein my Mother pray

hopin I dont be like my Pops and go the other way

but you get tired of your pockets bein empty

gear skimpy, yo the peer pressure tempt me

at Thirteen had to get my by all means

sellin to fiends, Pops up State raisin Hell in the Greens

fuck that, Ima hustle, I cant see my Momma struggle

in these Harlem streets drama loves you.



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Some niggas may have, some niggas may not have, but God bless

the child who holds his own, who holds his own.



[Verse 2:]

Never was a stray A student

always played hookie, gettin buddhad

dropped out of High school, the streets raised me

runnin round holdin heat crazy

My Pops played me, left when I was a Baby

perhaps he hate me, why the Mothafucka make me?

why the Hell is life like this? Trife like this?

sometimes I wanna slice my wrist

found out I had a gift and thought twice bout shit

now Im changin, whole like re-arrangin

left the crack gamen for the rap gamen

aint exactly where I wanna be but I aint complainin

maintainin, focus on my money and my famen

entertainin, risin to the top since I came in

blazin, and I aint goin nowhere yo Im remainin



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[Verse 3:]

Man, I miss them niggas who got clapped for tryin to get them figures

everybody leavin

they say thugs go to Hell when we stop breathin, and I believe em

and I aint tryin to be there, I got mouths to feed

love my seeds, look just like me

dress like me, gotta be the best like me

raise em up right so they wont be stressed like me

gotta be there for them, not no Penetentiary

think back, sippin Remy, maybe Henessey

nigga ballin now, gotta say one love to Heavy-D



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