Lyrics:
bishop in the city
Get them grips grabbed, run up do him greasy
You'll be shot, stabbed, got it looking easy
Have 'em zipped, bagged, to the morgue
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
you
I'm from Da Jungle nigga my boas str8 vultures
Your defined by how you adjust with no caution
Its 2020 street rules need ah damn audit
I hope you
The Masterpiece such a, heavenly experience
Alchemist, break it down for me nephew
Let me preach to 'em one time, chuuch
In the beginning as a child, I was chosen
Rhythm & Gangsta: The Masterpiece
Such a, heavenly experience
Alchemist, break it down for me nephew
Let me preach to 'em one time, chuuch
In
these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We as Samaritans, what do we get us in
calling my name
Calling me home
John's down by the river
And he never steps foot in the city
Least not by the light of day
Johns down by the river
And he
and robin wanna be us
Cant see em, John Cena
They blow smoke like Venus
But i'm giant
Im violent
On beats
Though in reality i'm a pretty nice guy on streets
band, daddy?"
"He's one man and he's banned by television and radio..."
"Young whipper-snapper!"
Well it seems that ever since I was born
Somebody said
elope
Homie 'cause
[Chorus]
Baby dub, Baby, dub
Good looking girl
Yeah everybody neighborhood
Put your neighborhood in the air
Throw it up one
that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch
running for President."
"Live from New York, it's Saturday Night."
"Elvis Presley died today at Baptist Hospital in Memphis."
"John Lennon was
Grab a hoe to ya seats
My style bulldoze the streets
I talk dirty puncture hoes in my teeth
Cavity creep I'm young hung over thirty
You with it
I'm in and out the hole, way out of control
But shit homey, you know real dubs gon' roll
You know Gusto? That's how he got on parole
But when we
Sometimes when I feel so defeated
It's all on my face
But I already know I'm stronger
I gotta remember this key
Put yourself in place next time for the Dub
to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash box, five sixty State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
Cruisin' down eighth
Yeah i got some real niggas that would slime you for a dub
Yeah i know some boujee bitches that would cut you in a club
I ain't saying they killed ya
we bouncin' to the ouncin'
Keep on flippin' and dippin' it
Gal cause the riddim have kick in it...stickin' it...
Verse 1:
No firmoleo en el juego
En
price gone be
Forty plus
Westside showing
Trap love
To the thot pocket
And the fake thug
Having fifteen
When it cost a dub
I be like
Hold on lil cuz
I be
the streets
Active little nigga, should I stay in some beef
Gucci go through some shit and he really need me
And what about the streets, shit they need me
go Get it (Yeah)
JMACE is the plug
We out here for the Dub
L's to our name but the cream will rise on top
I ain't never seen another clique that did
Anonymous paper nigga I'm John Dough
All white parties at the condo
Dipping in the Lincoln Tunnel like Sopranos
I ain't got it on me homie I'm broke
Anonymous
the mud
And watch your back up in the streets, they show you no love
I had to get it off the block, I had three for dub
30 days, 30 nights, trying
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