Lyrics:
little kids be shootin'
Guns with no question
Most people got no answers
Livin' every man for themselves is poison
Like Nas said, all this ghetto shit is
can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
Man Weezy's a legend (yeah)
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
is run by aliens!
If you don't believe me just ask your tele-vheezy!
Watch them how they pump and squeezy!
Because it's so greasy when eating peoples'
are they gonna stop making those hits?
Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance?
Do you ever ask yourself,
When those Bad Boy
but it's okay
Give it up for the legends in the air tonight
Give it up, give it up, that's for the legends
For the ones that be protectin' us
Grindin'
Every man must swim or drown,
Head for the breakers on the shore, on the shore!
Hey boys for Elzevir, he put John in Fortune's care,
For no man ever
baby it's my birthday
95 a young legend was born
Even tho I'm still Lennon like John
You get cut like like Cobain if you playin
I be out finna ball like
In WHITE AMERICA!
I’m just a thug causing trouble
A ghetto boy from the slums
In WHITE AMERICA!
Just a criminal to the police
With a target on his
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
The Fam I ran with born the ghetto legend
Big shot is set on and dead on KingPin
You and Big just kept mad bells ringin'
Cross town niggaz still fryin' I
you ain't from the ghetto, then ride out bitch
Arms, legs, backs, and breast
You better leave a fucking tax
Nigga Mannie Fresh
Suck it up and yuck
you ain't from the ghetto, then ride out bitch
Arms, legs, backs, and breast
You better leave a fucking tax
Nigga Mannie Fresh
Suck it up and yuck
Nikon
Mazda, Shang Tsung, Tekken 3, Karate
John Woo, Jackie Chan, Jet Li, Sensei
Yokohama, Casio, Huawei, Atari
Subaru, Saigon, Hiroshima, Fuji
Sayonara,
kept it all in the streets
I ain't say nobody name and I didn't mention not a peep
I'm a legend in the E
Did so much dirt on pine oak drive, they gone
John applied for a job at Dick's Automotive and
Dick came to the door and he said,
"Tell me Johnny boy. Can you rotate the tires on a '72 Subaru?"
ghettos boys
Fiends on bikes with no tires
That's ghetto boy
So all them hustlers on the
Corner sitting on milk crates
May your dreams come true one day
Bump
Typical
Honey, honey see me
Behind my Game Boy
I got game girl
It comes easy
Let go your shoulders
My popsicle it's so sweetsie
Turn
through the woods and he said this:
Little, little lad stop coming in my cave
I'm a big scary bear and I'll eat your fucking face,
Little little boy don't
momma,here I am at the top
And your little Johnny boy ain't ever gonna flop
I try to keep my face while I'm keeping up the pace
I'm livin' in the moment
-PRODUCED BY ANG'GEON EMETREA
Bike horn blares
[ INTRO: Ang'Geon Emetrea ]
Holler at your boys causing static from the attic
Automatic
Oii, Let me
all de ghetto yute dem around de world
All de man dem out here that just trying make a better life
For they self by any means necessary
'Cause man
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