Lyrics:
July kids die, wishin for snow to fall
The protocol, tear down the US brick by brick
Hittin licks on Queen Elizabeth pearls
fam pillaged the world
Black
Its Oakane Ace in this mothafucka
Start of a new beginning nigga
Let's get it
Let's get it
The clock read 4:48
Ima try to make 3 off it
Buss it down
in the States
Realest state of mind I'm in grew up by the monument
When I got my deal I brought the whole fucking naija in
Now we on a Island with
drown in it
Lamborghini, we go 'round in it ('Round in it)
Audemars, we go 'round with 'em ('Round wit' 'em)
New style, can you keep wit' it
Drown in it,
drown in it
Lamborghini, we go 'round in it
('Round in it)
Audemars, we go 'round with 'em
('Round wit' 'em)
New style, can you keep wit' it
Drown in it,
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
whole town over
Sheriffs couldn't stop 'em
Quickest damn gun slingers I've ever seen
Got murdered in cold blood
That old saloon there was their
Well I got cotton in the bottom land
It's up and growin' and I got a good stand
My good wife and them kids of mine
Gonna get new shoes come pickin'
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
you'll never stop the kid up in the fitted
Live with it, somebody done fucked up
[Method Man]
Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana
Moving like a worm
They can’t tell if I’m cat or pillar
I’m moving south in winter
From chi town to h -town
I stay loaded
Base now
They hold me under
When
Brooklyn! New York City
Cin-ci-natti! Keep on!
Talib Kweli-Verse 2:
We remain, hotter than the blue part of the flame
I got a glock in my brain
that
doing you right
See your eyes all big and wide when something new in your life
I can slip it in the dark and get some groove in your life
Whatchu doing
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
growing
We're the Kids in America
We're the Kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
The music gets faster.
Look boy, don't
in the jar
Looking both ways, I'm cautious when I'm ("drivin' round")
Hood rats that's fresh but barely feed they kids
Little kids that's killas
shooting a white kid
I’ll wait
You see the thing is
There’s no respect
No care in the world
The cops ignore the lives of black boys and girls
Then use their
looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't
the new sounds town to town
And when in motown I cool out in Greektown
On the upside with nuthin' too high
The Genuine Article
They don't want me
to deserve that car
When you live in butt town
You gotta get down
But in butt town I'm learnin'
In butt town I'm earnin'
In butt town I'm turnin'
Into my
To Tibet trellis voodoo mango
Budapest fellas blue moon tango
Like Rambo no bullet vest
Woolen west I'm a new town Rango
To Tibet trellis voodoo
Couple of 40 ounces but nuttin' for the kids
Little man know they to eat to live
But he don't wanna leave the crib
The kid who punched him in his face
Cuz we don't have it in
The house cuz we keep it clean
Just some young kids tryna live our dreams
Yeah me, Tyler, Tristen
Yeah the whole damn team
Life
inside down till it hurts
Till I'm in back of a hearse six feet down in the dirt
Talking bout six feet down in the earth got upstairs kids on alert
West
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