Lyrics:
but nothing gon' take me from it
Some people relate some people I hate you call them paparazzi
Me and my brother we sing with each other and you could
ignore it but you got a problem and I’m
In it, I make my own world and don’t allow time it, don’t think
It’s prominent, by the way I made this shit in
some people I'm estranged
Strange, change the way we were raised to listen
Learned that when it rains we all get wet
Except some get drenched and others
at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started
day of school came
I thought I could get over, I tried to play sick
But my mom said, "No, no way, uh-uh, forget it"
There was nothing I could do, I
till we die
Byrdgang, wouldn't have it no other way
Good night ladies and gentlemen!
Will you testify for half of the street
Or join in on a bloodbath
for her nigga
Lemme come thorugh, hit the stash, and walk up by the nigga
I can't see no other bitch for the B.G.
But a hot girl fo sho call her
I give love the my father and my mother,
and thanking my brothers for being there when my life was in the gutters.
My sisters was by my side when I
bought my own pole
You already know what I'm on, blow
I had to walk to school with it
I couldn't tote no long nose
Runnin' from the police grippin'
the little homes on the block had no chill (what up?)
I'm from midtown, roots in that asphalt
One of many roses push they way through them cracks y'all
scared of "Lil' Linky" man it's evident
Feeling like 50 way back in '03, aw geez
Talking 'bout goddamn they on some other shit
3-0 why I'm screaming 4-4
A kiss new year's eve is a gesture of hope
A kiss goodbye gives a lump in the throat
One inspires the other puts out fires
A love for kissing feet
My game's jumpin', we all had our days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways of parkin'
Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted
You're about to hear a tale of an indestructible man, he's dead and hes PISSED.
He's roamin' the streets at night lookin' for ways to DIE.
Should
made me
The ghetto seems so in peace
Man, that I moved to the suburbs and there's more police
Where I'm from, a fiend'll pack a gun
Overton, Jersey
headin' through Atlanta on my way to Chicago
I gotta meet this nigga with that good hydro
Headed down South with 100 Elbows
To open up shop 'cause this
breathe is gory, disinegrate ya no need for stories
for the police, my flow heat leave no evidence
no sediment I burn books, there's no testament
cause help me god if I ain't the cool cat. Unequal, it's not even legal I'm chased by the rap police like Bugsy Seagel.
Baseline, baseline
to save his place for me
But everyday we're waking up and pray the police don't do us like Freddie Grey
I heard there's niggas dying everyday
I don't
nothing?
I feel the anger rising
Wishing
Someone will stop them
But they turn the other way
And he knows
it's time to give in
So I run ahead and ask aloud
west
Would have been fresh, on tour stopping through
To get caught caught up with you
But all that's left is a shoe box and pictures
Just like 2Pac
I'm in Prague, she's in awe
Never really seen a black man with charm
Hopped in the cab and we off to the bar
On the other side of town where
in.
I'm back, with professional status,
The greatest M-C that's likely to make this,
Take this mic and use it against yuz,
Other M-C's just ain't
stank
I'm Mary
Charley
By the way
I'm told we open Saturday
What?!
You're not serious!
Nobody's ready!
Apparently somebody cancelled
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