Lyrics:
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
man
I s-said realize the game, mob hit nigga
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin' bank
I s-said realize the game
[E-40]
Look here, abominable,
dirty dishes
But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' bout myself
I be drinkin' by myself,
love and
I'll never trade thatso for the Bay
And Philly and all those areas and all those
Ghettos and townsi love y'all
Don't let this east coast west
and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron see fix your damn channel
If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar
I know Bun be , Lil'
TyReezy you make what I call swag music man
That's just something I want to play with the top down
Going down you know the 101 in LA or the 405
the house & he brought his man with him
I leave rap in a state of shock
Where to rock, from the figures still
Play the block with my niggas
Ill lush,
Ya & fuck it if I miss the bar by a mile
Man i'm just speaking my mind
Check it
Ghetto yut still I touch the road
Man I handle beef lyk a predator
Hit the target with the blindfold
No face no case
really know what was just going on
As I got older, I started to understand
Every single day, I had been raped by that man
Offering me meals and disguising
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
Where is the soul?
Where is the soul?
My heart was chiseled out the stone out of the ghetto
And I'm breakin' the mold
I'ma do what I want, ain't no
to the mid to the east coast
Verse One: Master P
I got heroin and cocaine
some call me the dope man a young nigga havin thangs
A thug like Tupac
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
of attention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position (Notorious)
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rocking mics in high heel
from this side to that side
East side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about being funky man
Aiyyo give me that microphone
It's Heavy D
Yeah
Worked so hard on caterpillar but the bitch never came out huh
No more wasting time on dope bars every time I drop a new album
That was
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
no chaser
Number one contender, we can busts guns after dinner
Last man standin, he's the winner
Ghetto prime minister, Desert Storm ski-mask avengers
is my ghetto symphony
Shout out to my fam and my homies, we making history
Never had a degree, but the streets made me a sicker breed
Every day
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto
drink cuss and smoke and sock niggaz with cheap shots
The gunner wonder man, wonder woman husband
The stunner fuck with us y'all niggaz must be buzzin'
I
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