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with my guns by my side Ready to ride till I die And I'm a soldier And you can see it in my eyes Even when the man dies They say a soldier
the credits roll starring nas executive poet, produced, directed by The kid slash escobar Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying
My hands got powder burns I just murdered a man, took his life over nothing if you ask me mother fuck em, it was him or either me so I sold 50 empty
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong,
'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged No matter what
Intro The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by KRS One. Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye Widdy bye bye bye bye
guilty All my ghettoes up! All my ghetto's up! Weh dem deh? There doing you wrong Let's get it poppin', let's get it poppin', yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
no chaser Number one contender, we can busts guns after dinner Last man standin, he's the winner Ghetto prime minister, Desert Storm ski-mask avengers
true We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you weres ridin i went So
the day in 80 tre, young niggaz was slangin bolders And spot and spit gangsta rhythms and poetry colder Then the average motherfucker, man you niggaz is
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album) Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album) Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz
of the camera man Bullets attack you and ordered by the hammer pin Crills and porn leave you blood spilled and torn We breed hate like the mother of a still born
you off Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin Missing the game, damn bitch it's
the hood, when you ballin' with lames On the highway to heaven, I headed to switch lanes In the ghetto, surrounded by these bitches and gangs It's much,
drink cuss and smoke and sock niggaz with cheap shots The gunner wonder man, wonder woman husband The stunner fuck with us y'all niggaz must be buzzin' I
real. I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. Said everybody Shine. See'mon." It's not luck that I'm sittin' here Spittin' for y'all. Preeld in by
of life and vibrance Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit When Ronnie died you was right by my
can be true We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you weres ridin I
and get man handled By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron see fix your damn channel If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar I know Bun be , Lil'
F-L-E-R, sie woll'n das mein Album floppt Und die Bullen verhaften mich, weil ich meine Feinde box Sowas nennt man Zwickmühle Zieh das Kokain vom Tisch
F-L-E-R, sie woll'n das mein Album floppt Und die Bullen verhaften mich, weil ich meine Feinde box Sowas nennt man Zwickmühle Zieh das Kokain vom Tisch bis
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
is my ghetto symphony Shout out to my fam and my homies, we making history Never had a degree, but the streets made me a sicker breed Every day
to the mid to the east coast Verse One: Master P I got heroin and cocaine some call me the dope man a young nigga havin thangs A thug like Tupac
And sampled it dope breaks it come Some be very left while used by Nouka and Sef I quote my man I'm swirling G I'm getting feed from this beef y'all rolling