Lyrics:
my rights to fight for a chance
Rock this mic in front of my fans
Not just blowing me off in a glance
I got my bboy stance
When I’m posing for the gram
bills
This for the legacy dawg we long lived
Gotta do better I know I will
Know that I ain't doing it just for the thrill
Know I'm doing it for more than
students cramming
For a test that we ain't study for, wonder will she love me more
With money, cause if not, I'm not sure what all this money for
Feeling
steppin' in my lane for
Not knowing that it's a land mine
Soon as a nigga feel a cool breeze
Throw the top up like a gang sign
Red or blue, crip or blood
Break 'em down in the night, that's what I call hustling
They say they want that dumb shit, but this is ignorance
Come to warn the timepiece, yeah now
not home but still them trumpets blowin
Hold on cause the leader of this mission is a pro
[Chorus - Ja Rule w/ ad libs]
what can I say
This is for never telling me how to stay grounded
Surrounded by family
No paparazzi hounding
Falling in debt, percocets, nervous wreck
Now
the particle accelerators
Inhalators
Ripping out the wires while I try and imitate her
This is for the 3am-ers
Not a Piston and I hate the Lakers
Fuck her nature
justified it's
Not seen as a sin
They've been through too much stuff and
They're tired of this shit
They grew up rough sellin' drugs so
Their family could
to say this out loud
So uh, if you could sort of roll along with this thing here
This is called, "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
Um, when your mind
Rodolfo
...to find
A better life
Schaunard
The snare is equally sweet to hunter and hunted
Colline
Gods above! I'd never land myself in such a situation!
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
fam
Won't have no other jigga
Come conquer my land
I'm the leader of the clan
I abolish
Any gladiator
One man
Three hundred strong
This is Spartan jack
thinketh so is he, Mezanmi!
Take the land back, every child
Woman and man back
Reevaluate history, expeditiously
Can’t live my life in apostasy
Emulate
the sealed shield from the pint bill
Deep is the pit that you fall in when you're worried
And joy takes long to arrive like a lorry
You're not worried, you're
survive by cleaning stole
This is the difference how I see it
Constant light, constant water
Stable system nothing more
Then unfair taxes, Killer bills
Plus
name
This world is too evil I'm going insane trying to make something out of my name
I got low self esteem and I'm not that great shit isn't easy it's
of the stricken killed by the poultrygeist
Ok the farm was having some struggles couldn't get no help from the land
It had not rained in a couple months and nothing
Tryna rock a second Millie on my right hand
Swear to God they gon feel it this is my chance
I’m so gone ain’t no telling where I might land
With
love is so far gone
Take my hand I'll lead the way
The promised land is not long now
Resilience has run dry
This fear can paralyze
The ebb and flow
Will
a lot smarter
By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of the trading charter
Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
I fight hate if all I know is nefarious
When they step on my throat, is it not hilarious?
They're the ones riding high in gold flaming chariots
Others
every scene by heart,
they all went by so fast
If he's passin' back this way,
I'm not that hard to find
Tell him he can look me up if he's got
here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive
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