"HoW ii Do"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	Its all about my squadron, S.O.N.; the empire. "We all tryna get that green..."
	CD: Son Of Eclipse   Label: Fire Arm Entertainment Credits: www.mp3.com/beatfeast
	Story Behind the Song I heard this beat, and basically I'm thinking to myself "how I do." Everyday life how I react, how I live, how I survive. The normal things an artist goes through...especially up and coming. Lyrics Its like my whole life man, dey been callin me preppy// don't think I'm gangsta den why don't u test me// why dont u come get me, attack cuz I'm ready// deadly wit da mini meshedi by da belly// comin outta SV don't tempt me ..tank on empty// u sleepin now, but da style makes u respect me// trife, dat start to da end of ya life// I been keepin it real..wit all my shine on da mic// Yo niggaz i'm like man I really don't know// Why ya wrist band is more tite then ya flow// and why ya neckless gots slightly mroe glow// den how u come on da mic at ya own show// I DON"T KNOW// Cuz how I do its like ...beautifull// U jealous of my life and how I manuvore thru// Ya outta line...I'm coppin tudes wit u// Ya girls mine too.hate to break the news to u// My whole style reckless. now test this foul fettish..// im checkin where da HEad is...witout a chicken french kiss // How precious... my fukin game wit da wild methods // I hope my child gets it thru genetics// (Chours) My Squad We all tryna get dme cars My Team We all tryna get dat green My Troops all walk aorund in timbo boots GET LOOT...FUK KREWS DERES NO SUBSTITUTES I against it all, back against the wall// my heads in a daze..amazed I mite fall// furthermore..u wanna brawl...u aimin at me// But how can I maintain..ya game I know exactly// I was up in every class..acting like a bad ass// What we do..me and my cru flippin backpacks// Sloutchin at desk,,sittin half da ass crack// Mouthin off at teachers till da class laughed back// U know da name....deres no shame ot da game// I know u see da "T" just danglin form da chain// U wanna be me...u wanna stand in my shoes// I got dem on tite..Not untying the loops// You better see me right// better treat me nice// 1 life thru 1 mic..and da V gleams bright// got da weed cyph.u knwo u need me right?// T.R.I. double GG u like "BE EASY T. R. I. F. E. ..// we bof tryna eat..sittin at seperate tables// Da difference..I refuse to tell fables// I will not lose sight of my jewels and say flows// and not tell the truth like all of ya'll are paid too// CHORUS I'm cuzin rukus...all my niggaz walk around like fuk it// rollin dutches.holin numbers wanna roll up on us.// we da toughest stay punchin stomachs// nobody above us we undercoverz man u know u love to covet// stay mad at u wit attitudes can't fukin da crew// Lookin in my eyes..I'd be shook of me too// Cuz da cru will empound u// Roll up like 6 deep..sourround u// Jump ya ass pound u....and throw u to da ground too// Ask u questions won't even let u respond// Den slap u in da face cuz u answered it wrong// Come on...my team is da meanest.to hit da scene since// .italian mafiaz walkin da brooklyn streets kid// Sons of Need with its affiliates be killin it// buildin a half a mill and shit..expandin thru da wilderness// all based on experiance..droppin da hot shit// I'm honest..bout to take da whole metrolpolis for hostage//

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