Lyrics:
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B
Ha hah, one two (one two, one two)
How we gonna do this?
What we have here
Whether black, white, Puerto Rican, you can chase the shit too
Hard work and perseverance fuck a failure or two
Your timing is coming, you'll get what you
is hungry?
Work hard but got no money
Stung by the bees but got no honey
But black King keep your head up
I know that you are fed up
Right now it's
I'm Naughty by Nature
I do it K solo on the LL Cool
Furious Five, Fearless Four, Treacherous Three, Awesome Two
I'm the one like KRS
Grandmaster Caz
Whats this world coming to?
The ops playing peek a boo
You better keep at least two
If you point em then you better shoot
Extendo's hangin out the bottom
fear, up for what?
Nothin but them Goodie
Verse 2: T-Bu
Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush
Caught in the crossfire between Yankees
3 #mindfulmoments
Cities are the new suburbs
The suburbs are the ghetto
White is black
But money remains power
Things change incrementally like
call him triple K, cuz he killed 3 niggas
Another ghetto child got turned into a killa
His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
Used like a pawn by these
like a trumpet....
2nd RAP
Like Tupac said...
We've all been curse.
To be street thugs, its been a black curse.
Yɛ hustle 24 7, 365, gyina mu sɛ
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
Malcolm X, 2Pac, this is insane
This is that thing that kills the black man
What happened to Garvey should not happen again
What happened to T.I.P.
[Method Man]
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
out
to get pussy, but I busted off quick
Now I gets none so I gotta beat my dick
Times are hard in the ghetto, I gotta steal for a living
Eating
Hold up on the double, these boys want trouble
They call me Flintstone and my homie's born Rubble
Rebel, Devil, chase em' through the ghetto
Break
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
Ooh!
(In the name of Rame)
In the name of Raymond (yeah) He was a smooth talker Street balla'
(In the name of Rame) ooh ghetto soldier
I can't
they character,
high above the game, play-by-play I'm the narrator,
my heights above the nation, thoughts expanded lunar landings,
in a sky as black
aiyyoaw
Lord of your majesty and generosity
How could you possibly, try to rob me from my monopoly
Ghetto property, street jeopardy
Death mack celebrities,
fuck with you)
Even though I wear a vest
And two straps you know I'ma still die(damn)
But until then I'm 'bout my paper black
Cause ain't no turnin' back
of the forty two million black people
Who are the victims of America
Aye yo we all in together now, all in together now
Hard truth soldierin', hard truth
before high noon
Followed by the spot, zoom lens, ghetto peepers singin my tune
They say I'ma die soon, livin without time, sketchin my outline
(It's
Refugees
One time, M.O.P. (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now the world is in trouble, come on (oh, oh)
Yo, you're
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
staff 2 board members they on my team
Execute affairs whenever matters get decreed
I played by the rule received my slot from out the bean
Big General
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