Lyrics:
album sales peak? Uh
All I wanted was to sell like five hundred
And be a ghetto supastar since my first album Blunted
I used to work at foot locker,
shit hook up
Though how that shit hook up?
Can I get some?
I love that ghetto shit (That ghetto shit)
I love that 2Pac shit (2Pac shit)
I'm that nigga
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
find, just us
It's comedy, it's hilarious
Look yourself in the mirror, tell me times ain't the scariest
For me droppin' album after album, like it's
It's been a long time coming
Too long, too long
It's been in the making a quarter century
But it's here now, it's here now
If by time you hear this
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
(Flex)
Yeah, N.O.R.E., Big Pun, Funk Flex
(N.O.R.E.)
A lot of ghetto things goin on right here
N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.
Funkmaster! Flex, Flex
shinin through my rearview watchin, 'cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted,as I pass by watchin I relax 'cause I'm home now, had
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz
a lit wire
That split in the pit
Fibers and bzzz you hit
By the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never
Settle for your level
Kept it real-o
to sell crack to put clothes your back
Look don't stereo type me because I'm from the ghetto
I ain't buss no guns or drive by's so just settle
Shit what
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
often followed closely by these tears of sorrow
Check in on your happy friends
Trauma don't discriminate
Sighs of many mothers
Daughters go through raping
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's
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,
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
bumpin Ghetto D by P and C and the Shock kid
Cuz most of what's on the radio today is just dog shit
My shit is so cited, I pressed it in braille
Got Helen
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
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
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