I'm Bout To Explode Lyrics - Singles - Crucial Conflict

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I'm bout to explode 

I don't know when I'm gonna go, I got so much been on my mind 

Every time I look around, I try to prevent going down 

From locked up or even dying 

I can dig the problem 

I can see whats going on, its a fucking warzone 

With the thieves in the hood don't look good 

Never ever thought she could jump off like that now 

O.G.'s done backed down, you eased a step down 

Everybody wanna have the crown 

Every breath you benefit the sin 

We gonna have to keep fighting them mugs within 

Now it is killing before whats killing you niggas that started out friends 

You win, the wrong for what you doing 

You need to start snatching, kick out the mob 

Can't show no love at all, don't even turn back 

Anyway homie wasn't all that 

If he was real he wouldn't even have caused him that 

I hum to Allah, I'm wanted by far, and he disinfected that 

So long I been known, don't think its the law in the loves of loves 

In a positive demonstration 

That we could never conquer shit and defend no more 

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High-Tech young niggas with a little scratch, could be richer 

Hustling to make enough to buy the shit I need 

Like a bag of weed, I was blind now a nigga see everything 

Brothers strapping up on this thang, timing's off, feel the pain 

Let the hood done laid out, shits way out, no way out 

Murder to the lunatics, them the tricks that was talking that shit 

Took the test to the brain, rip em' off, vest off, pull the mask off 

Smoke that bitch, what a mess 

I suggest, we suggest, fuck each other up 

Look into the mind of a Flic' born westside 

Mount Sainai in the flesh bless my 

Niggas with the bottle, get the top 

Then pour out the back door when its war 

Armor to your brothers stay clean 

Watch your back young brothers I mean 

My hood is burned up, and burned up is my hood 

We ?kicked bout' a foot?, don't own a hood 

I took too much then too much, now I don't know where to turn 

Or who it may concern, life and death all I've learned 

I've earned my respect in the hood, but the shiesty still pulling moves 

You a man for the man, thats another point he was trying to prove 

Got your own mind, might as well use it for yourself 

Cause you'se your own man to the right, to the left, all is well 

And it's one thing I believe in, don't ever leave and retrieve 

Killers jumping off by the evenings now 

97' just another hunting season 

Niggas in it 6 feet deep and no reason dying freely 

Why? 

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Back in the days on Chicago Avenue, (?) 

Niggas used to bang for the kicks to slang cain 

Hustle and rain pain niggas 

Once there was a little brother who ruled across the street with his crew 

Fast pacing everyday, facing murder situations 

Gang affiliation makes you kill a nation 

Take another life a day, smoking, hoping just to get away 

Put it in the raw, I'm 'bout to go boom 

Y'all can't help but to talk, it's us against the law 

That shit backing people off from the gator alley in the whole 

I don't know where the hell to go 

Cause my life is like a pack of (?) 

Having brothers capping, it's a free for all in my motherfucking hood 

And it ain't good, if I got to die for my Flict' then I would 

Every day is numbing 

If you didn't count your blessings boy then you really should 

Until the final tic 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 out 

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So much shit on my mind 

I can't find the time to free myself from going down 

Best to antici-pains and pressure, no lesser than human situations 

Erasing, ruin doing time in the mind 

Like to wild em' down, bullets flying, mommas crying, niggas lying 

Reason for the rhyme let the spirit climb 

You thinking different, defending for the real of it 

Flic' in this forever, finally letting in Chicago, tear a little 

Never on a pedastool, want to jump up off it then let it go 

Easy it's about to blow, like how much longer can I go 

How many situations before I just go below, catch up with my funeral 

Caught up and brought up in it into dimensions 

The feeling like I can't take it no more 

The mission is dealing with pressure 

Pressure is the death certificate and that will get cha' 

Wet cha', leave you on a stretcher, I bet cha' 

He shook off and looking for shelter 

Help a man and give a helping hand, stand by the plan 

Struggle the daily double, double trouble the mold 

I redoubled the O in the roll, let it go then explode 

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