Lyrics:
struggling to exist with two kids too young to help out
And it's in this I discovered a sound while I was running through halls
Came around heard Run through
Cause when I left I was falling
Tried to fuck with the dirty money
Had to take a bath in the morning
MOB I was riding deep
Sleeping in my car it was
but the oldies on, Mob business boy we're looking like some Corleone's
I can't say nun but I told you so, rolling down the street got nothing but
fam like we the mob and you know I ain't switching
Don't try to pull up on me wrong you know this shit get ignant
I might just pull up on your big homie
freedom ain't free, we got to do it together
That means (what?), by whatever means necessary
I'm doing God's work, so that means I'm too blessed to worry
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
the pot
Ain't no more kids in the hood, on the block
Youngin' thirteen, with a chop' and a mop
He just hit county, with a lock in the sock
Mama was
the crossroads hit 'em up with
My crossbow glory to jesus I love my mob break 'em off dawg
Lethally injected he's just a kid aw he should die like he's
Muthaf**k
G
it would be that me or him gonna bleed
and it wasn't gonna be me
so what I did was popped one up in my chamber and I sent 3
no women no kids
and I'ma
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
because he lacked faith
But instead, he was shot by another black face
Another day in the ghetto,
Where this young black girl was being ignored by her
about the girl in the sidekick
The rubber don't system in the swallow kid
See drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Hey Charlie Brown, where
from him since
You know about life after kicked the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
Either you
heard from him since
You know about life after kicked the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
Either
heard from him since
You know about life after kicked the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
Either
know where to find me
At an Asian massage parlor
Because when the times get rough, a happy ending is necessary
Hahaha
Oh yeah, strap up, kids! It's
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
to the hit) --> Ice Cube
[ VERSE 1: The Poetess ]
Growin up as a kid I never understood the things my dad did
Like hittin my mother, me and my brother hid
hurt kids that's my father side
And you only get a pass if your mom outside
It's still a code that I'm biding by
This might be the reason by god why I'm
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
problems since a kid i act fine, wished to sleep forever and never wake up
I write my raps by dropping a tear
Been on `em drugs just to overcome my fear
I
the common mob but - we ain't gonna vote for you
And if you're driven by ambition - we ain't gonna vote for you
You're just another politician - we ain't
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