MY COMMENTS ON YOUNGMOE'S LYRICS!!!!!

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Apr 26, 2002
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Bacc In Texas
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"but that's the game mayne, hop crank and cocaine
cellophane and bakin soda, b-twelve and propane/
food stamps... section eight's, H-U-D and razor blades
junky mommas makin' baby fiends, they couldn't change they ways/
my disciples is street kids... that done at least three bids
ain't even fifteen still... they already have three kids/
so tell em what a dream is , when mommas just a fiend bitch
that's out there suckin mean dick, strugglin for each hit/
and these days he's grown, holdin on for his life
momma's little ghetto boy, try to get over the strife/
he's a hard headed soldier, keepin cash in his socks
and there's a crack in the buildin where he stash all his rocks/
every book report he did was on Iceberg Slim
live like a kid in the in day, but at night turns grim/"
Young Moe




LIKE WHOA!!!





TIGHT SHIT MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
i give props, when props are due.



D-Locc
 
Apr 25, 2002
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right on folks...
it's a lot of real life in that verse and i'm glad people feel it...

erryone of my folks has a parent dying or has a parent that's died from drug use...or has a parent that was an addict

it means a lot to me for someone to feel that shit...and it's what keeps me goin in this game

thnx a lot folks

real recognize real...