Lyrics:
to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right
that I got, yo
Is shit I worked hard for
Life in the metro's so cold
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[gangsta boo]
I'm on some other type shit
I'm on some crazy ass shit
I'm
All this time, you've been mine, heaven-sent Valentine
And just like that, my life stopped on the dime
I can't stop cryin', inside I'm dyin'
I
Motherfuckers caught me slippin, I hate that bull shit
Dayton for life, gangsta love
I gotta go back there, I get back, fuck that punk shit
Gangsta
J.I.D, whoa shit, whoa shit, whoa shit
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Please, please
Get off my dick, get off my dick
.40 my hip,
that bad habits
Don't see that bad habits
Fuck that
Soul from the dark
Protected by the Gods
Life in a fast
Moving like im blessed
I'm just trying get my
wanna-be gangstas, sleeping with they lights on
Shook up by the python, everybody got they eyes on
Not only is the streets watching, the streets is talking
the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back
Scene kids / Ghetto jeans / Gangstas / 40's and the bling bling sidekicks rollin with the cleanest feel
Shorties / Homies / Hollywood, / Moscow, /
symphony
They say, "An eye for an eye" (Smoke)
You die by the sword
Nah, you can't look for no sympathy
I get high so I can ease the pain
But still I could
for something we living life for nothing
Can you please give me a sign
A sign to get by
I'm so sick and tired
Can you please give me a sign
A sign
I'm riding in the 7,
Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven.
[Chorus]
[Nas]
And still my talent is yet to be challenged,
Had new jet
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
to dance with a gangsta
You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin'
First time around, I come back swinging
You and your mans, you better just scram
My gun
As life passes by
The body, the casings, evidence trace
Rap sheet, white sheets, Clarence and Gless
The cause? pause - they fired for effect
My sister?
and the life
We walk by faith not by sight
My blah-blah got you in the La La, Melo
I'm nice with the mic and I am a nice fellow
Tears in my pillow, was a weeping
This a motherfuckin crime scene
I'm bussin on the law my nigga by any means
So crank me up
If you a gangsta you need to crank this up
If you don't give
teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
Superman is known by the locals
Talk about it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I
to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right
fuck around find out in time
I got a short fuse so if
By some chance I get annoyed
The button gets pressed and
Your life gets destroyed
Got niggas
I drink Moet not Beck's beer
I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean
I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep
a athlete
Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbin' 'til the day we die
Nigga, ask
gangstas I can see right through them
Cross that line and get your life ruined
Living life with all this thuggness, destrction this violence
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