Lyrics:
literally, literary literature
Six slippery Seals slippin silently ashore
Sally sold seashells down by the seashore
Sold two shells but couldn't see to sell
Persecuted by my own crew
Betrayed by the ones I saved what I'm gone do
Do the math poor out my wrath and then they'll feel me
Or let the past be the past but
Persecuted by my own crew
Betrayed by the ones I saved what I'm gone do
Do the math poor out my wrath and then they'll feel me
Or let the past be the past but
your goals that's a scarcity mentality
Everything for sale
So the price of your humanity is not even good health
You sell your fellow man for the freedom
Intro:
A-yo man chill let's take this moment of silence out for my man see-A Dogg.
Claude Austin. Rowdy 9-5.
Hook:
1-2 to the breaker 1-9-9-5, Jamal
that's representin' in Harlem
You know what I'm sayin'? And last but not least
I gotta say peace to the 139th street N F L crew
My crew, word up
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
something
Real not an imagined
Fear scenario fed to us by the media
We can let go of this fear the problem is
That such moments tend to not last very long
man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey ass is comin' out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money
So before I make sense I
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
Ima be good, yea ima be great
Niggas will spit in they hand
My heart was in my mine
Then dap me up
That's what i hate
I be so hurt by the fake
enough come on and get some more
Not phased by your squad and all that we gone to flip them too
Turn his dome into spaghetti get ready this ain't duck duck
neglected your feelings and mistreated you by not being kind
Cause I did
Did you look back over the two years we spent together and smile, then laugh when
before you see the team
All high skills on the status beam, all sharpshooters with no lives
By no lives, mean black hearts, gotta cock back, reload
Cutting tru my city
Couple bad ones with me
Whole crew litty
Yeah we pop bottles silly
No time for a day date
I wanna richard mille
Kicks from italy
and their sons are laid
It's no myth, in ghetto life, if you don't fight you fade
Surviving in the streets, not a task for ordinary men
Growing up in
I’m a
Sissy, I’m a boy, I’m not a man
I’ll be destroyed before I finish this
And I haven’t eaten dinner, I’m starving
I’ll probably fall over in my
Seat
Becoming one with our nature
Taunted by
Photo lenses
Caught within
Lies and blurs
Is it man or myth
Can it bleed
Desperate hesitation
Frozen in disbelief
back to San Fran with the ninerz can you dig it
Too many bandz but they not for show
Too many broke niggas ask for doe
Trynna live my life yea I bet you
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
these niggas
How I feel to be a black
Man, you say something wrong
Nobody understand
Money, power, black, opinion, pick two
They would kill ya
No matter
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
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