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Cracker I Could Be Wrong I Could Be Right

Is that so wrong? Is that so wrong? I could be right I could be wrong, I could be right I could be wrong, I could be right I could be wrong, I could be, could be right

see a bad guy like this again To be or not to be My mother's wrong That's the question, you feel me? My father was wrong They say, I'm wrong, so they

, turn up the microphone So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape Another album to make? Great Islam turn the bass kick up a bit Hype the snare, now I

's no one there Put the key under the mat, and you know I'll be over there I'll be over there, shawty, I'll be over there I'll be hitting all the spots

myself wit force I could not hold. Then I seemed to hear a snicker but I was so busy with her that I did not notice him until I felt him but his hands

, that I thug wit kill Pop to tha chest how does it feel and nigga we peel caps Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back Killin' I'm buckin' 'em down, I

a nigga know he hell bound It's a dark road and I'm right here in the middle of it Do I walk slow or if I run am I'm missing something I took the time

I pause And ask God why did he put me on the serve, just so I could die I sit back and build on all the things I did wrong, why I'm still breathing And

I am the beast Feed me rappers or feed me beats I?m untamed, I need a leash I?m insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on