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Let’s Get To The Point of This Madness

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Let’s Get To The Point of This Madness
I was born and raised in the Hood and now I’ve come back
(And) Fools are bad mouthing Me for fleeing from the pack.
Now cut a Jigga some slack.
I got down with the weed.
I got down with a chosen Girl to plant my seed.
I was just living it up-
And everyday stirring my Girl's inside up.
I was just like the next Jigga living day by day
Without a future plan-
(And) all I could see was total Confusion
(And) and a loaded gun to pull the Trigga.

Let’s Get To The Point of This Madness-
What’s a Jigga suppose to do when he’s feeling restless?
Let’s Get To The Point of This Madness-
What’s a Jigga suppose to do when he’s feeling hopeless?

I had moved away, to make some sense out my life
(I was on a road to nowhere)
(And) there was enough bull crap in the way,
to cut up, with a knife. And then I realized that my life,
Could know longer be a serious strife.

I got down with the nine to five
(I wasn't use to that bull crap )
But I had to have my own place-
To bring my thoughts together to survive.
Now I find out that I’m a Papa,
And my Baby only knows how to say, Mama.
I had to come back to be the Father and the Man-
To take care on my Baby and my Woman.

Let’s Get To The Point of This Madness-
What’s a Jigga suppose to do when he’s feeling restless?
Let’s Get To The Point of This Madness-
What’s a Jigga suppose to do when he’s feeling hopeless?

Jiggas, I don’t owe you Fools SH*T… I took control of my life,
'Cause I felt myself falling down hard into the fiery PIT.
I’ve been to the graveyard,
And all the tombstones I read hit a Jigga in the chest hard.
REST IN PEACE, FAREWELL MY JIGGA-
AND JIGGA IN HEAVEN WAITS THE GOLDEN FLEECE.
Let a Jigga calm down(calm down)
A Jigga had to express himself.
Fools, The word DEATH is a NOUN-
(And) No more of my Fools-
I want to see Six Feet Deep buried in the Ground.

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