Lyrics:
the rats
I'm the product of Boom Bap, my crew's straps
Your crew caps, but history is made
By the machinations of men and not mice
My mind is like a 9, that
too dumb for their crew, with fakes they don't chill
I went an stick to the love of the bros V6, Feb and Will
The nigga I've trust had to be a snitch
He
Clap Clap Applaud, Let
me state the facts,
trust the wrong person,
you get a wounded back,
But I got support, I
got so much love,
ones more than two
shit
Load up a cone and I'm off in the spaceship
Two times the heat mhen
Too fly for basic
I do no fuck with the system
That's fake shit
I could break it
started to drink
School became boring and doing my homework became rollin' joints
Now I'm sixteen like my mama was when she had a little boy
Can't
Bet your dime on a dollar, my haters got them Shoppers, bad bitches in them pilers, rocking
Fendi and that Prada
Your baby mama lost, they say a real
small
Arms and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew
It's known killers
Model hoes that sniff blow
With hour glass figures
We live for raw sex
A breath of fresh air
A gentle and refreshing breeze
The curious child
Committed to academia
Curious of the craft
Perverted by the media
A victim
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
the ladies with burgundy hair get in free!
Heh, I got live on stage
Purple Gang and B.U., let's go!
Feelin' old as ever man I came with a buzz
Two shots,
thinking
The road you wanna take will leave you sinking
You wanna roll around with your crew
Tow drunks,
gang bangs,
steal cars
Doing all of these
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
stop
Til my whole click live it up
Stayed down too long
Can't give it up
Other niggas tapped out
I ain't giving up
Tell them sucka niggas hating
They can
North
ain't have no choice but hustle, watch my mama struggle
You can try to take her child and slime gon' put you under
With my baby, nigga, talkin'
off to war
She remembers her mama
In nineteen sixty-five
Raisin' two kids
On her own
She didn't wanna
Relive it
Didn't ask for this
But there she was
In
that's by my side
So hop in the whip, girl lets take a ride
Said she wanna come to the Southside
Said she wanna come live her best life
Baby girl you know
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh
Plus, every morning, I go out
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
pointsetta
And put him on the balcony so he could get a
Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the earth
Just
(what else?), then hit the stu' with us
You see my crew, boo? Yeah, it's only a few of us (true)
You gettin' money, honey? That'll make two of us (woo)
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