Lyrics:
rid-dim on top
Assembly make hot
Sometimes I think is my fault
Small boy trying to take the bull by it horns
Impossible
How this thing go they source
Pull
the oppressed
The expelled
Those dealt a bad hand
Those damned
You might not understand
Don't be mad
Your life is planned by a program You're trapped
AI controls
need is a miracleB Real
If u come lookin for trouble boy u gonna find some
If u come lookin for guns yea u gonna find one
If u thinkin yare hard and u
lifetime growing up in these mean
Philadelphia streets man I gotta escape
Being trapped in here will never be my fate
And even if it is imma still fight for
on the dinner plate
(Haha yeah)
Like I said, man, you
Bitch-niggas in trouble
Man know what I mean? You
Bitch made niggas in
Trouble, man i see through you
Yeah, it ain't easy
Girls it ain't easy
To keep the man you love satisfied
It ain't easy
Girls it ain't easy
To keep the one you love by your
give you trouble?
It's no sin, trade it in
Hang on, help is on its way
I'll be there as fast as I can
"Hang on", a tiny voice did say
From
there, wondering who it is
Just close your eyes and count to ten
Ha, just kidding man, ain't no river dance
Busted into a turbulence
In fact, I'm bringing
said the boss is a fair man.
cs long as you abide by his every plan.
He said this is Mexico, except that it's new.
Some get enchanted with its
When distant cities are hit by earthquakes
It is the United States that hurries in to help
Managua Nicaragua is one of the most recent examples
locked in a can
Me never understand the way a brother
Go dey kill a brother man
For these things called rabbas (money)
Written BY: Victor Ezechukwu
da gym, gone
So I don't really care about the day
Man I'm jumpin out of jail with a chain
Who is shot like Arum Abdul Jabar
I lit up like man ultra
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come along
land
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come
close the sun and got stung
This is not me, this the tune that Baby sung
You can tell that man Baby going down a hill
It sure is sad to see how Mister
Sinatra from a flask
Little bobby, just a youngin', skating was my hobby
Tryna stay out of trouble, my homie in jail for robbery
Welfare, food stamps,
of Atlanta's throne
(I'm tha King)
If ain't want no trouble leave, shit, shoulda left the man alone
It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known
Tha King
have to dream
If you don't want to chop off a finger
Every time that you make a mistake
You as the man in me is the woman staging in trouble
Lovers
All the road is now my home
So, we'll drive, into the unknown where we'll find
A place to hide, from troubles left outside
And I don't mind, as long
sir, right now
If you've read your bible
You've read the story
About the man
That could not see, hallelujah
But he heard that Jesus was coming by
to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man
Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about
to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man
Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about
All we got to do is go back home (Where?)
And turn our communities
Into productive places
All we gotta do is go back home
And make our communities
a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love
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