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My Biography

This is my biography
It's really something that you gotta read
You all are weak words that make me fall asleep
Dime nots please can you drop the beat

Now everybody can you clap your hands
When you hear us out the speakers be like "that's the jam"
And ask your mans if they'll please turn it up
And we can gather round the cypher while we burn a dutch
Words rush out my mouth when it's my turn to bust
Try and challenge the battler you herbs get crushed
Cause you'll be smoked right away like the herb I puff
Steel City put your hand up the Burgh is us
Smoking purple stuff hold it down for the pot heads
Cross the cat he'll fill your body up with hot lead
I'm not saying what's not said before
Taking words out the book and I'm making metaphors
Cause I (Cause I)

I gotta gotta gotta make money
Even if I gotta gotta gotta gotta take money
And it's what they take from me what I gotta do
Handle your business before I handle you

I gotta gotta gotta make mone