Lyrics:
Womack
Set it off like them for Bronx
(Borrow lives!) Roll this thug
(Sorrow lives!) Hold his slug
Bruisin niggaz, but it hurts to lose a nigga (Its bug!)
Feeling flawless, like a stained glass window
But my head keeps spinning and spinning
Figuring out if I'm losing or winning
Keep to myself, blow shit up for
holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
more then just a test
I left all my friends
That said that I can't
I slept in the park
Because zero in cash
I tried to work hard
Tried to work fast
For
What we see (what we see) everyday (everyday)
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay
(What we do) what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die,
do
Post on YouTube for views
You know I'm making moves
Know I'm making grooves
When the crowd starts dancing
Yeah I know my roots
By the pocket watch
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed
now I live with my nigga Andrew, and he help me get through all the
Struggles of fuckin' bein' alone, and havin' no Place to go except for thoughts
for the rest
My life is a jungle that's why I swing from the branch
We hitting the city and now we're making a stance
We marching through, my team is
a cheeseburger!
She says "That's not what I'm hungry for"
I put my head in my hands and screamed,
I don't know who you are anymore!
The voice on the speaker says
locked up
Straighteners on the car park, pull ya socks up
Clothing banks are in our areas
Burglars up the crime rate where I live
Boys got jail tan
roses, lay in wood boxes often
Park the ten porches outside the good doctor's office
Turn my head, cough 'cause I'm smoking on a dead corpse
Leave you
wrong, cross the line
Off everything I love, I'mma handle mine
I'm sick of these punk ass po-po's
Bendin' my corners in slow-mo
Lookin' for my cuzo in
friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so
of these boys in blue are phony
Crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
They out for delph, only tryin to help them self
They pull me
my eyes man why am I here
Everyday I'm living in fear
My eyes solid grey my souls fades away no live for my peers
(Why)
No love for myself
Main pain
tried
With grams and scams
Smiles smiled and tears cried
Truths skirted, lies lied
Lives tried
My countryside was stomped out by Air Max 95s
My
or what?
Let's make some noise
For the state of Australian hip-hop
?
There's blood and there's good comin' out of the speakers
There's wire in my veins
they be dwelling in
Had to get they money from the banks that they rob again
But I made all my racks just by buying slaves and selling them
My grandma
the place for the weak men
Survival of the fittest
Put a bullet in the head of the witness
Survival of the fittest
This ain't the place for the weak men
the place where you will find what cannot be found
we provide the best tools for your head
to make you build your land
to make you understand
You'd better
his fucking body in
Turned the music off, couldn't hear a sound
Put the car park and rolled my windows down
Fird up a blunt to get movy
Got
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