Lyrics:
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
Getting help from our government when they don’t got no place to live
I’m not surprised
Can’t believe that I’m reading this people sleeping in city streets
to the stage
All sexual to hit y'all gutter, high velocity
Dames wanna taste it for the sheer curiosity
It's strong and it's real
Plus it lives by the code
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times
a will to live, I used to think it was a sick joke
Working bill to bill like takin' pizza to the rich folk
(Huh)
Livin' like the forecast, windy city bore
Come figure it out
Unravel what Pat Battle's album's about
If you retain doubt, I'll pave you a route
The people who made me came from the South
Mama
like-
Up on the floor, dance-
I wanna live in that mansion, Playboy bunny what's happenin'
Look, If I call you bae-
Na-na na-na-na
Didn't even no-
singer drops an album
Ta la kpe ta lon dahun gan
And if dem say dem dey find
The realest of its kind
Tell the person searching that you found one
Teslim
The city streets are wet again with rain
But I'm walkin' just the same
Skies turn to the usual grey
When you turn to face the day
And love don't
that's hopeless
I wrote this, on the way home from a show that
Shook me by the shoulders and recentered my focus
Riding, through the city, with the whip,
By morning time
Who are you now?
Better let me live my life
Roll up in something thats foreign tonight
I don't know what it is
Something thats foreign
But we live like
Building up a city on thin ice
A city made of marble and gold
We look so glamorous
Until the day we drown
If we take this cage
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
of the nose
Soul, let 'em know 'bout them blocks that we rose from
Legend in my city, must acknowledge it
I hustle 'fore fightin', head down, they Robinson,
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggas
live it
Hear it my spirit is where it should be
Don't push me if you pussy, huh
I spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillz
I got em, KRS got
about the identity and the environment eh
Can people be shaped and defined by the place
The place that they live, walk, breathe, talk, work, that is
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
Live from the vip and somebody js sent us a drank you know we got to dumpin that shit
Hatin ass niggas lookin all in our section like how the fuck
live them
Trynna lead by example dawg
I'm trynna live on
And at this point it's about legacy
And focusing on messaging
Don't pop shit on the media
Then
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
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