Lyrics:
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Busta Rhymes, Slum Village
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode Squad
Yeah, yeah,
what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die, the world is a ghetto
Five hundred niggas died in guerilla warfare
In a village in Africa, but didn't
ass
Hocus, pocus, focus
Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest
Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis
Slum Village hot shit and you know this
ass
Hocus, pocus, focus
Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest
Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis
Slum Village hot shit and you know this
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Busta Rhymes, Slum Village
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode
never vanish
Gang Starr, Slum Village, and Digable Planets
Scarface, KRS-One, and Big Daddy Kane
Cypress Hill got me insane in the membrane
Outkast
did not know who we are
You have just been informed
Surrender by choice . Or be forcefully taken over by The SlumLand Visionariez
Lets go
Slum
Land
Slum
struggle just to get by
I came from nothing, grew up in the gutter
grew up in the slums where all the people suffer
my heart is feelin pain
I know you feel
just to make you sad oh
weda from your city or your village oh
in the name of Jesus send am back oh
i say Anybody wey dey wish you bad oh
wey dey plan
The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village
Slum Village!
Are ya ready baby? Let me know if ya ready!
All the way from Detroit!
Yeah, yeah you look and stare
I see you shook in prayer
I bust
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
the gutta
Came from the slums
You ain't never been like me
Wanna throw hands
Talk about guns
You ain't never been like me
Run from this shit
Gamble wit
cover the hoes
Icy and sweet’s what I want
Don’t wanna be bothered, I’m cutting off
Feeling insane, yeah
Wanna be famous, nana
I’m making flames, yeah
Day
Bed Stuy born and raised I'm from the slum I'm on that whip
Classon Ave real shit niggas know I'm hittin licks
In a Benz gettin bent Ima Barry Bond
intellectual
Dust smokin', pretty boy playwright posin'
Folks wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam reject devil
White bread no money havin' slum village people
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
and twisted and real wicked, villages
And I'm the main man, that made every effort to gain fans
Through all my pain I obtain grands
Millions just cause of my
to the thing like King Kong
Like villains in the Western flicks, that I was well hung (c'mon)
Who put you up on Talib Kweli and the Village of Slum?
Read
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
the mind as
I stop and inhale
Currently placing the stereotype of a system
That set me to fail
I walk through the slums of homicide
Where everyday promises
that, it's in my vein, nigga, I'ma die by that
Mollo
SLUM- I'm a dopeBoy
Slumdog chasing racks fuck these hoes boy
They fuck me up, my bitches left me
The world is a slum
The world is a joke
The world is a backroom deal
So you might as well take whatever you can
You might as well do what you feel
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
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