Lyrics:
bitch I'm Jeezy
Eyes wide shut I don't see these niggas
'Cause deep in your heart you want to be me nigga
Want to stand in my shoes
Want to fuck my hoes
where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of six she was arrested for the sit-ins
And with that in my blood I was born to be different
dumb-ee-doo-aa
Is it true
To hear the fans scream
To stand in the lights
Is just like a dream
What a dream
To be what you are
A rock'n' roll star
To make
Don't scare the world today with no badge or no white skin or no white shit or no white anything else
We are all in the same place
What kind
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross, love lost, no religion
Street livin', oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by
And saviors
I am courageous
I confront that which most people
Are too afraid to look in the eye
I speak up for myself, as needed
My future looks very bright
reflect me in some way
I look at them to see myself
To judge my life by someone else
The metaphors within replete:
The mirrors are the people that I met
don't care that there's blood in my eyes
和平是我的天敌
Peace is my born enemy
用我的两双手创造奇迹
I create miracles with my own two hands
永远看我脸只看到外籍
They'll look at my
chromosome in
My bone every breath that I
Take my belongings, my positions
My dreams are before You father God I give
It all to You thank You Lord
(Bryann
on fire!
Rats in the streets
And the lunatics yelling at the moon!
It's the end of the world! Yes!
Beadle, Beadle!
No good hiding, I saw you!
Are you
the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher complete
Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make
the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher complete
Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make
default i blacks in the zone
Tell Smack this the throne
These grown fools
I’m homeschooled: been in a class of my own
And these are gems I am givin’ you
from? "I'm
British.
You're British, you were born in Britain.
Where is you, where? "Stepney"
Stepney. Nice, um, what are your favorite British pop
you to take advantage
Of the fact that I did
Not want to respond in a manner
That could affect my kids
Friends or family publicly tHAT ENDS TODAY
you accept the charges, if not hang up
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box,
for my eyes to close
Smile on your child so he knows
God has a face
When all that you believed in was a lie
Are you willing to accept it when you find
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
Got a question, you afraid to die?
That's the only question I got for you
Huh
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (doves in the sky)
Rats in
ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
and we are not sleep
Blood on your hands, blood on our streets
Oh, our tears in the night, another stolen life
'Cause color is all you see
Tell me, is
your time) don't let your time do you
To my man Paul Selene (stay up homie)
To Abdul McKeith (stay up homie)
Until I see you in the streets keep
out my destiny
Guns for gun streets filled
With rivers of blood
Raised in the PJ's with real niggas and thugs
Eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth
Blood
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Following your paper you were running away
I saw you , you put smile on my day
All my days are very , very sad
Today I met the most cute
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