Lyrics:
You already know Case Carter for real
If you rich with heart, then stand by it Loyalty, respect, and love, you can't buy it
Gotta earn it, bridge
gangstas get locked up and snitch. Gods my only witness I done seen a bunch of sh*t! I done seen it all, I done seen it all. I done seen some OGs hit they
it's checkmate
Snake eyes, venomous tongue increasin death rates
It ain't no love in this blood sport, county support is all we need
So many lost souls
You shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all
You shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all
The wind ain't blowing anymore. Its been burned by the Sun....
In the streets people dying, you gotta leave but theres nowhere to run.
The oceans
Got the law on my ass
As a black man you don't get a pass
They just question you all bout ya cash
Like fuck you I been in my bag
My bitch yeah she
a thing and
That's that fake shit
That troubled me from the start now I'm jaded
Oh
It's been a long time coming
So you better get to running
I'm coming with
Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear
mover
At the end of all a this who's a loser
Naw, foreal baby who's a shooter
haa ha
it's hunger pains
Huh, yes hunger pains
I'm hungry
Haaa lets go
peaking.
Grasping for some air like the first time breathing.
It gets worse. From hurt to hearse.
Murdered at best, living at worst all from the heat
was a rich ass nigga
See, I been a loser just about all my life
Type that tryna turn a ho into a housewife
What do you expect, I give respect
was a rich ass nigga
See, I been a loser just about all my life
Type that tryna turn a ho into a housewife
What do you expect, I give respect
with the crew
Or drinkin' that Old English brew
Straight from the bottle not the cup
And it gets us more than just fucked up
And I like it y'all
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
of Ultramagnetic to the fact the Messiah's black
I turn the TV down, we could take it higher than that
I wonder if these wack niggas realize they wack
And they
I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't trippin', love to see young Blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my
make it thru summer
Then we should vibe all winter
You know?
Vibe all Winter
By My side all winter
U should just slide when I miss ya
Vibe all winter
Got
So many black stars around
Wonder if its room for a black god in town
I didnt stutter you gotta clap back or back down
I aint dead yet so what now?
sticks like an Asian bar
New bars, pop tops like Tooheys
Jump on a beat, get chopped, suey
Rock and I roll till the systems are down
I'm it, like
If you want it, boy, you sure can get it
You ain't heard
It's Cash Money and that Carolina, nigga
They call me gangsta, gangsta (yeah)
Weezy,
car over if ya rims sky high
Made the weed illegal when you just wanted get high
Then made it legal so corporations could get by
They gone call us crazy
one line you can tell it's mine
With a baseball cap that's black that I'm wearin
And a look that keeps you all starin
And wondering why I'm invincible
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