Lyrics:
wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set
That don't even exist now that's a shame
You reppin' just to get a name
You can't survive in this game
Cuz you
supposed to be yeah
That's how loves supposed to be
August 17th remember when we
Laid side by side
You held me so tight
All night all night
You didn't care
nightly
Don’t take my block lightly
We’re screwed up like everybody in
The world might be
Born into Union the 17th out the womb
In the 70’s repping Lost
thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised and (what, what, what)
Niggas bustin'
thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised and (what, what, what)
Niggas bustin'
to the 17th century
Whats with those Air Ships in the 1850's
And What would be so wrong with just showing us the real size of things
Like Greenland is smaller
to feel me till they seein' they blood
Can't hide it though
I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove
That's my G-code
Chorus (Lil Wayne):
Now put
Word got to his mother
Then she fell on knees
Little homie had court on the 17th
Going to the penitentiary
You doing 1 to 3
See you rap for the clout
I
said, boy
In the year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your throne, man, run that thing
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
with nothin' said
Cause I can't talk yet
First trip in the police car
Cameras all around me as if I was a star
Young black toddler
It's feeling like they
yours
On September 17th
Until forever more, even unto Eternity
Even unto eternity
Even unto eternity, until forever more (yea)
Love you baby (uhh)
Happy
It’s Pimp Juice, from the same Thomas PJ’s
Crawl over to the 17th Ward, been hard
Then I crawl to the east
And I balled in the east now talk ‘bout me
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
dumb that she couldn't count to 17th
Letter in the alphabet but we
All on the same team
1-20-17, MAGA went mainstream
Wakin' up into the dream doubled up
The last legal public hanging in town happened in the fall of 1865 on what is now the alley between 16th and 17th Avenues on Music Row. Four thieves
Instances we didn't learn about that
We learned about the kind of
Poetry that nobody could understand
Like, on 17th Street and 9th Avenue
When I was
East Side, 17th Ave
Better keep a G-pass on ya G.I. to Chicago
Where the real niggas dead or locked up
Teenage pretty friends get knocked up
A thousand faces in the rain
Driving down 17th with you
Smoke rises and the sun goes down
City's empty and nothing makes a sound
Wet tires hit
go?'
Restart the fire in my soul
Restart the fire in my soul
And it was Heaven 17th
How we'd never hear em' call
Telling us what we would be
Greeting
clock back
get you caught in the moment
and make you relive it like niggas was pushin ya clock back
thats a block fact
E 17th and church avenue where
you want eve much have a chest no mo'
y'all boys ain't ready to get lost in cross fire
Never dem toss (?) We'z neva die
(chorus)
Dem boys
I ain't even heard that word since 17th Century
I ain't even heard that word since Slavery, no
I ain't even heard that word since Navy, Press Gang
I
September 17th
If I’m the tree you are the golden leaf
And when November‘s gettin dark
I am the fire you are the spark
They say this winter will be
And become "Cani-millenia man"
Grave my back with the emperor's stamp
Been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began
Tryna' escape the wicked
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