Lyrics:
By the way you move
I see you’re new to this shit
(The game in my hands) x8
The game in my hands
I got the streets on my back
I’m raising the level
about what shoulda, would'a and could'a happened
If music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration
It wouldn't
old kids, doin' drive-bys on Big Wheels
Or maybe you want to see it be more fatal
Like Kindergarten kids, tryin' to cook crack with Play-Doh
Now I
home
Now that daddy's gone
{Scarface:}
Daddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka
And left the job to be done by my mother's
Now I'm sweating cause you're sweating me big time.
Hang me up by a rope for my murder rhyme.
No shorts given, that's how I'm living in the 91.
Slide my
Greenbacks I'm reelin', aloof to kids who be stealin'
I ?? ?? not a punk or servile
I'm magnanimous, I grow like canibus, never animous
When I unfold, hope
eats all day long
Gucci on her pants not yves saint Laurent
Try to play her like I’m Loki but she not even a rookie
I can tell by how she looking that
Bitch I'm a work machine
Smoking the purp and green, yeah
These bitches by any means
Tryna fuck on the kid when I am geeked, yeah
All the dope I be
„Już odpuść sobie" mówili mi
„Twoje pokolenie dokonane ma sny
Jak czas na funk i czas na punk
Twój własny czas już zgasł na bank"
Wchodzę do gry z
Step into the room like I came by dimensional plane
Space princess, put respect on the name
Percieve me with your eyes wide open and your jaw agape
get it for my squad
At my shows the crowd love me with applause
Skirt off to the hotel surrounded by outlaws
Silk all on my sheets with baddies from
I set it off now this bitch about to jump
Kid in the booth eating beats up for lunch
Love stacks of cash so I grabbed them by the bunch
Now we
violated everyday by the police
They take the kids, they rough 'em up, they throw 'em in jail
The judges are cold
Then they throw the kids in jail, they
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
The way that I stated
I'm not intimidated
By these heavy weighted
Punks who need to be obliviated
Tlll they're eliminated
Before they're mother fuckin
weighted
Punks who need to be obliviated
Tlll they're eliminated
Before they're ***** humiliated
By a ***** who's not even situated
But already discriminated
10, a uzi and a AK-47
Rollin' with crazy kids like Bebe
Mayday mayday, I used to listen to KDAY in my heydays
I ride the bus with a dream of one day
a bottle down the side of his face
This ain't punk - it's a bloody disgrace
Yet another gig wrecked by the mindless few
Broken heads and toilets is what
all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass murdered
Niggaz'll be the Karate Kid
But I'll be in prison doin a motherfuckin' body-bid
So you
I switch
To some fly shit, like some silk suits by Paul Smith
And purchase some kicks by Kenneth Cole
Cop a Hilfiger, or Polo goose, for when it's
nigga scored a point
Then he got switched by the team
I'm gon' blow brains, don't need to assist
Ain't no talking we be back to back
They know what it
what I want
I'm a lost cause! A reckless punk
Shouldn't have thought all the things I thunk
I'm a lost cause! A troubled kid
Shouldn't have done all
my lips
Ladies and gentleman kids of all ages
Watch a brother roamin' on stages
Name rings a bell from state to state
Province to province till you
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