Neva' gonna run from tha D. 'Cuz in tha 313 is where God planted me.
-I was planted in tha D, tha 313. Was a time when on tha streetz tha
biggest thing they feared was me: Wouldn't let me play tha clubz,
burned-down my DJs Momma's house. Took it 2 a level entertainment
aint
about.
They said they gonna shoot me if I eva' hit tha stage. I sent a tape,
I
couldn't wait. But tha labelz 2 afraid. 2 afraid bcuza' leaches
latchin' on2 me. They may B thugs, but musically they still afraid of
me.
Left 'em standin' 'neath a double-standard: but a word. Still they
blow
it out they mouthz like it's all they eva' heard. Not gonna' let
their
mis-education take a toll on me. They like believin' lies that
keeps 'em from feelin' free.
Not gonna' let 'em run me from my 'hood: I B creepin' by real slow,
so
they can see my posse good.
Neva' gonna' run from tha D. 'Cuz in tha 313 is where God planted me.
Neva' gonna' run from tha D. 'Cuz in tha 313 is where God planted me.
Like a tree: It was God who planted me, in tha D, in tha D! In tha
313!!
Like a tree: It was God who planted me, in tha D, in tha D! In tha
313!!
-When I'm cruisin' on Belle Isle, I'm not afraid. Ain't afraid 2 die
where I spent my childhood dayz. When I travelled abroad, I was like
a
dog without a bone: Couldn't wait 2 get back here, couldn't wait 2
come
home.
Neva' gonna' run from tha D. 'Cuz in tha 313 is where God planted me.
Neva' gonna' run from tha D. 'Cuz in tha 313 is where God planted me.
Like a tree: It was God who planted me, in tha D, in tha D! In tha
313!!
Like a tree: It was God who planted me, in tha D, in tha D! In tha
313!!
In tha D! In tha D! Tha 313!!
In tha D! In tha D! Tha 313!!
In tha D! In tha D! Tha 313!!
In tha D! In tha D! Tha 313!!
In tha D! In tha D! Tha 313!!
In tha D! In tha D! Tha 313!!
In tha D! In tha D! Tha 313!!
In tha D! In tha D! Tha 313!!
--- End forwarded message pirated from Motuphi Ancient Archives
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