Lyrics:
Tell em put they hands up
Like I told em freeze
Its a robbery I want the jewels and the cheese
Its necessary get this doe by any means
Its
(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day
Yo if it
’m from a city that breeds death
Multiple shots firing
Home of the violent niggas wilding
Half-city half-island
I was born in the wood
Raised in the San
'm tryna leave some flat
And I'm still a young nigga, tryna run up them racks
This lil bitch gon' by 5, she gon' let me crack
Some my niggas throw B's, they
on the block trying to make me a mark
But the cats they was sleeping; ain't feeling my style
I met a couple cats say, I'm ahead of my time
I be living with
was born and raised in a butcher shop
He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya
Rave on, cats," he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops is gone
Let's
If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa
Nope I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
No I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
Nope I
straight wildin'
I hung out with the older cats
So it was straight violence
And the niggas I looked up
To was hustlin' or robbin'
So I hopped off the porch
you wish that you were never born
Imma make you wish that you were never born
Thought I loved her
She played me
Bottom of the earth, tried to take me
This be the lady born cold
So your
living back at your mother's flat
I guess your seeing your kid
Just once a week
Picture this
Another man rolling in
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin'
From New York
Made by the less fortunate
To West Yorks
No-one knows where Yorkshire is
From New York
Still feel I was born for it
To West Yorks
No less
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no
1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers
Cowboy
Pumpkin Cowboy
Pumpkin Cowboy
Pumpkin Cowboy
But one day when Pumpkin Cowboy was
Out tending to his steer
A frightened child came from town
With
and I ain’t lyin
Did the punishment really fit my crime
Guess I was born in a hell hole time
Did 10 years for selling some dope
Got out now there’s
his bitch-ass right
Lando got like thirty on his neck
On some light shit
He asked where the plug was, I told him
"By the light switch"
Bitch, I got
its truest
Form
See its The reason I was born
To go and shed some light
After trudging through that storm
And now that I am out
I feel the strength
the loveless
I feel like this is what Narcissus felt when he first laid eyes on himself
An overwhelming sense of glamour as if beauty incarnate was born
Before
And finally, now, at last, his royalties!
Royalties! [repeat: x5]
Billy the mountain was rich! his eyeball-caves widened in amazement,
His cliff (which
with the smugglers so free
My young brother sleeps on his cushion
Said he was a house cat you see
But I was the kitten who just didn't fit in
A guard dog
then)
I seen my share of static, they say that it made me charismatic
Born leader who was born Libra in a foreign two seater with a porn diva
Blowin'
knowin you up
Niggas gon' run you til you out of breath
Where they was at when you ran out of luck
(We smokin' on that top five)
Tonight I'm feelin like I
hit by deja vu
A 9 to 5 couldn't find it, my only option was to block it
I been shot at, stabbed, you don't know the half
I was a real ass cat takin'
and dark corners, it's night embark on us
Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer
Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start
Now the same cat drive
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