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enslaved, raped, robbed, and persecuted. To the men, women, and children who died, in their struggle to live, never to be forgotten, Reuven ben Menachum yo
blaaast)
They burnin' theyself out
They runnin' outta things to say
So they rely on WHO! E-40 Belafonte
The innovator, the king of the yay
The money
the motherfuckin' E-S-O
And you can tell when I hit the place
All them star-struck bitches jump in my face
And get shot to the curb like I'm the mob
Unless they
keep it so cool
Said I was the homie, well homie that's so true
Even without a signal my messages go through
Surrounded by a couple crews
In da ghetto
today
I might sip the syrup straight
Drownin' my emotions in abyss, like shit, that's e'ryday
I'm movin' on the block, got that thing right by my side
the prognosis: drugs, guns, and ounces of Gold fish
Fly reefer out-town, bitches is stone six
And birds back in 18 and played C.R.E.A.M
Gray beam, it's lean new
when I get bigger
And time is the best healer
So relax and let go
And let me count my pesto
I know my voice echo
Throughout the ghetto
Show a young king
baby
Baby we gon be alright
Am known in the ghetto
Baby girl just stay by my side
Yea yea
Young fly king ojay jomo bad man thing
spaceship, is to lay here with mosquitos
To audition new stars
Whom we tore through
As we baked in a crescent moon
Like they've ever provided us
With
a sling
In the infirmary telling war stories like you was king up
In my rainforest, yet the God rain the hardest
Flame and fury, torch off ya skin
non le emozioni che provi
E che provi a rivivere a ruota, come si potesse riavvolgere
Il tempo e rivivere sempre le scene più belle, come in una giostra
increase by the million
Cant no red sea stop me
I part em with God's wind
Black
The darkest color in the absence of
Or complete absorption of light
But now I'm back at it with the tools to do the job
More ignorant than necessary, more foolish than required
On stage live in ghetto clubs, no divas
You
Rice Clevlendbe kölyökként kelletthogy meghaljon
mert egy játékpiszolyért szó nélkül lelőtték a desztók egy napon.
Raymond-ot kivégezték egy drive by
Jackson five, give me one more chance
Ben E. King , stand by me
L'R&B moderno e la voce di Alicia Keys
Pronti o no? come Lauryn Hill e The Fugees
Passata la
slash
They see me rollin', eyes fix and gleam, a low-life king in their urban dream
Ghetto prince, where the struggle's my crown, in the underbelly,
Boka, Boka
I ain't even blew up yet
But I can tell you one thing
Bitch I'm a ghetto flower
Cause I came from nothing
Watch em pop up out the woodwork
it slide if you really wanna go places
It's in the stars
Written in the scars
It's all come together when my dick is align with Mars
Just get in quick
a lot of ghetto shifts that made my mental stiff
Call me captain King K of all the mental metal ships Crips drips
Slave apocalypse DSR bar clips
me The Godfather, controllin' the fam
Runnin' the whole coast, I'd be a mafia king
Nothin' but the finest diamonds in my watch and my rings
things
Talkin' to ya how he want cause he think he a king
This shit swing right next to his pocket, ka-ching
Took ya in and out of town, show that ass
running up a
Bag it’s boosting my adrenaline
I’m in my prime number 8 Kobe Bryant
I’m the king of this shit cause
I was raised with the lions
My heart still
6 in the morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out my back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance
still ain't got shit (huh?)
You bustin' down your watch, but your mama still in the projects (come on)
I guess they gon' need me to lead by example (ha)
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