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Album: CB4

Lifeline [Parental Advisory]

[Verse 1]

I never got a yo when my pockets were low

But now I'm makin' dough it's all hello, hello

Since I got to dunkin' these motherfuckers I be duckin'

Callin' me on my beeper they ain't really dumb or nothin'

All up on my jock lookin' for nuts for the lickin'

Havin' such an ass, the nearest one I'm kissin'

All up on my diznick and all up in my business

So drop ya panties before ya wanna give me kisses

I keep em' yes I keep em' reminiscin'

Thinkin' about my thoughts and I get with em'

Just because I'm makin' money my neighbors never blink

So happy birthday mom, ya gift is not a clock but a mink

Father was a trip, always steady trippin'

Basically cause my eyes were always red from smokin' up on spliffin'

Said I wanna out the jack, can bum up in his plumbers house

But he sung a different tune when he heard about my bank account

I guess I'll be OK, I'm really not the guilty

The null is not to follow which they is filthy

Been tokin' marijuana smokin forty ounce

I never was a hoodlum but I must admit I knew em'

Forget where I came from, I know I'm always stankin'

And removin' the junkie hookers

That was givin' me up to Spinky on the lifeline

[Verse 2]

Talkin' about back in the days of my grade school years

I used to be a wild child smokin' blunts drinkin' beers

Up against, on the ends it's sticky gum on the seats

Shootin' spitballs and cause crazy fights every week

I was the complete rascal, Dennis the Menace

I there was any trouble goin' down best believe I was in it

suspension and detention became the normal activity

Teachers callin' mom cause they couldn't deal with me

And my behavior, even the next door neighbor gave up

Advice, on how to chastise me right

Sayin' whoop his ass, give him a beat and a whiplash

And that'll put an end to ya problem Mrs. Gash

Mom took heed and on the body got frame

But did it help, nope just caused more brain damage

Course the same way, the next day I was at it again

From terrorizin' the halls to cuttin' classes with my man

But my educational span was spectacular

I'm just a jerk to do my cause most Polly wanna cracker

And I ain't a actor like the one with true identity

So wait, that's cool cause it wasn't for me

See I knew I could never be like Doogie Howser

So after eleventh grade I was outtie five thousand

On my lifeline

[Verse 3]

When I got mid-teenage, I started the rage with rough ones

Known as the Run-Out Crew and go snatchin' thugs

Pullin' plugs on suckers and it's on every corner

My grandma tried to school me said son your a goner

But I don't listen I was like stop breakin' my balls

Threw up my hands and gave 50 Grand a call

I told him to put me down cause the sacks pay a lot

Now I'm throwin' rocks, dodgin' cops and goin' out like pops

Daddy cool cause he went to school for an education

He found the nation but he still found his self facin'

Time in the ghetto and communities

And that pledge allegiance to the falg shit ain't foolin' me

He heard my story he put me down like folks

And they was on they way to Arizona loc

He droppin' the keys, makin' these G's, that's what I need

But someone else could drop off threes, I got freeze

[Verse 4]

Lifeless cat can he help us with each other

He's my partner, he's my cop, he's my buddy

I'm the mack oh yes a frame, yes a frame oh yes I am

What a brother gotta do to make em' chill

Damn, at the club smokin' pot, chillin' in the parking lot

Drinkin' forties talkin' shit and what not

There was a guy and a girl K-S-L called em'

Said they tried to start beef send to the butchers

Didn't know that he had guns, we heard buckshots and bullets

My eyes had to lie as we jumped through the bushes

Had to say thanks, thank God we got away

Saw the fool by himself the very next day

Now should K-S-L leave em' alone or should I let my lips whistle

He's a stupid motherfucker with a pistol

As for the dude he wasn't scared

Until I held a pistol to his head

He started to cry, K-S-L put it down do not lie

Go on my lifeline

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