Lyrics:
I ain’t gonna take the bait, I ain’t gonna vaccinate
I can read between the lines, Billy Gate don’t have to say it
12/8/80 listen I wasn’t born
love
Or if the trick is cheap
And if you took your drug
And if you're deep enough asleep
In the sanatorium
I've booked a private room
Where you
of hell, frighten yo, but your pain, that gon show (expose)
Well oh well, we gon go, someday soon, maybe noon (bye)
Everyone gon' make mistakes, but no one
if my name was Thomas
Feels like I've been through hell fam, I'm just being honest
They shot some flaming arrows, they tried to take me down
They even
name is spoken on the
Tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherfuckers out the box
I ain't even go!
Now how the hell do you explain
My claim to fame?
From
stint in a hotel
Acting like you're not skint but it don't sell
And cos you've got a white face,
It's a cake walk? Alright mate
No, you weren't born in
by execution
A savage of torture should've been kept in a instution
Been shot in the head I ain't go out like a sucka
But I still died went to hell
Born into the ghetto, 1991
Just a happy child playin' beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground
By 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet
had the shit (Bling)
But now I make the bag disappear that’s a magic trick (Oh yeah)
Fee Fi Fo I’m the Giant on the scene wop (Oh)
Stompin' lil niggas
to me
I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - imitating Slim
Yeah, S.O.B. the gang
Savage Summer, Solo
Nice and godly to the hell it was
Solo ridin' shotty look like Elmer Fudd
Simpson when I'm spittin' you can
Dialed up his homie Murs on the telephone
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
Brain freezing up, he don't know what to do
control
He wants the heart that seeks to know
The One to come has been revealed
The signs fulfilled
Our fates are sealed by faith
A descendant of Abram
waves, perms, or crimps
The ever-nappy crew setting the mood
I raise my fuel for my firm attitude
Walking through the streets with my war cry spear
Certain
waves, perms, or crimps
The ever-nappy crew setting the mood
I raise my fuel for my firm attitude
Walking through the streets with my war cry spear
Certain
saying don't help at
Home but your sister's son
You ain't gotta raise him
You sacrificed your life
When she wouldn't even sacrifice her night
You
of despair
Liberty bell so shall I ring
It's clear as day, yet we're still blind to all the tricks
The lies and filth, the horrors hidden by politics
We're
See I was born in '91 in west Harlem all my classmates was born on crack yea
That epidemic had my family going crazy we should leave and never want
cheap exposure
Seek for closure but stayed open minded
Always seemed to keep composure, peeking over both his eyelids
Speaking vulgar in misleading
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
industry thieves
I'm trying to snatch souls out of the Matrix
Like Keanu Reeves
Devils got tricks up his sleeves
Open up your eyes and see by faith
Then
this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured me for
Nah in my hood we dont milly rock
We pop our rocks out the pot
Smoke it till we high as hell
And sell em on the block
Yeab mama popped me out
Poppin' down P, I ain't drinking cheap shit
It's G and Too $hort, every bar, gotta bleep it
Album 25 it's the pimp tape
Asked the OG, how long did this
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