Lyrics:
right when all you've been taught is wrong
No quitting even though that his living feels boxed
He has ambition and hope of getting out of this block
For
it,
You got it I'll come and get it,
Count it up if its real,
What's a hater,
Player fuck how they feel.
I'm kinda mean so I,
blow on that green,
Help
whatchu see, which raids catch the blues
Statistic show
Is a fact and you can check it (pop! pop!)
That one nigga's dyin' every ten seconds
So if you don't
the ends?
Well that depends on what the fuck you mean by ends,
If you south of the Thames, then nah, I ain't from them ends.
I'm from these ends, they
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
player there, nigga turned you out
But never told you beware
Never told you that black love supposed to be shared
And you never judge a woman by
all of the creativity to
Only work for it's small box
And sell it back to you at a higher price
That’s what the fuck fashion is to me
I care about
You're rubbing on my genie hurry up and make a wish
Quenched that thirst my bag is burst watch out for all myâ?¦
Flies trying to break in to my eyes like
baby feed me now
Who's is this, who's is this, who's is this
Who's is this, who's is this, who's is this
My ghetto queen
[Chorus]
You're my ghetto
And don't give up
Black woman you so cute
For real
Listen
Rise up ghetto youths
And know where you stand
Remember that you are the future generation
Don't
That's what happens when u come from da jungle
That's what's happens when I come from da ghetto
Poverty stricken got sticked for his chicken Look at this
fiend
What that mean? A down bitch all I need (Yeah, uh)
All I need is you
(It's another ghetto twenty-four, shit, I suppose)
(Another ghetto
that my little brother then you don't know nothing.now,now, now,
Don't die before your time, don't die before your time, dying before your time is what
never end, so I guess I'll deal with it
Them 4-5 are cop killers, just some steel with it
The streets is military, you gotta be a soldier
Gotta stay
the solution,
To resolve the troubles coming in from shanty town,
You must throw away your hate and your guns,
Remember what political parties, in the past have
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
the ghetto
Downtown all around with the metal and the devil
These bitches gotta go
They are tried to jack me for my dough
I got that Fo Four by the door
I am
’re driving that
You think’s defining who you are
Running from yourself you’ll find
There is no hiding
So, boast about your Prada
And your Christian Dior
Still
everything else is old
And work hard, never stop hustlin'
'Cause they just love to see the black man strugglin'
(So what are you saying Todd?)
It's time
the pain, it breaks my heart
I know you love me, I know you hurt some
I know what love is, I know you
I know the black blood, make the grass grow, in
The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli
That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm takin' back what's mine
Laughing you
gone love it
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public
Na na na na now now you know what this is
Tell em its a celebration bitches
With
offend you
We both get what we want bro
I'm passin like Rondo
She passin like my Mya Moore
Hope she know she mi amore
Yeah
I hope she know she mi amore
We
influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and through and
I give you the news, with
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