Lyrics:
blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin
should've been a armored truck
Everything good, feeling marvelous
Came to the city, that you honored us
You don't talk me a game, no game homie
Get greedy
the dice games up
Moms smoke, kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Girls fighting over rope, the young boys hype things up
Niggas fighting over coke,
attention
so you don't get caught sittin' when they come and do all the gettin'
life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big voice
some of us gotta run
And stay passionate
Tryna make a change in this world before having kids
Hell no I'm not an advocate
Of the bullshit that's promoted by like half the kids
bounced, he was ready to bust
Throwing up Glen Garden like a loaded gun
The crowd scattered after that like he unloaded one
Grew up as an urban kid, Funky
baby, yeah.
I have a lot of free time because I don't have kids, my mom friends don't like to hear about my free time because they're so busy, they're
but I'm not really chasing mine
I soak it all up like a sitting fly
'Cause nowadays getting by, nothing more than an occasional meal and getting high
but I'm not really chasing mine
I soak it all up like a sitting fly
'Cause nowadays getting by, nothing more than an occasional meal and getting high
like it was Spider Sense tingling
Blitz ya like Green Bay did when they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the second string in
This Brandy
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie
She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh
kids on the map
Smoking weed to relax forever
Searching for a map to a place where they ain't under attack
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock
Yeah, yeah, smoke one to this, nigga
Go and drill yourself that cappin shit, nigga, that's fufu
This is for us, by us, axiom, nigga, we fubu
Building
with what happened was they wouldn't believe us
Kids I got kids on my mind and they friends got a Lotta plans on our mind but he's my friend yeah I
the dreams of people in bed sleepin'
Come on and vibe with Bamboo on this ride
Let the music cling to your body like cat hair
Come on and chill with us up
Someone is watching him
This sounds like the kind of thing a kid would say
In a Hollywood movie,
In a Very Serious Voice
But he says it kind of casually
Oh...
Who killed Jane who killed Jane?
Not the Squad kid I think we've been framed
Who killed Jane who killed Jane?
Not the Squad kid
outlined on the floor
You got hit by the .44!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You
Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!
Yo, yo, Come on home wit me,
a kid lookin' for stripes on my belt
And that there is a fight in itself
So I just pray and hope God take a like to myself
No matter how much, I try
cribs with kids and blow wigs back
Police is grimy, lookin' like "try me"
Ready to lock me up, ridin' by me
I just put my game face on
Five of us
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
took a pass like passing gas
I took way too long thinkin bout what could be
Instead of staying the course and tending to me
I played the game even tho
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