Lyrics:
I'm a GBABY
Raised up in the slums we keep them guns just like the navy
We cradled that lil baby if we catch him out of bounds
We leave his brains
dreams before we die
Can't waste it all on what we like
Too much going on
So guess I'll see if you try
So it all keeps going by
Feel so many ways
I guess
why is they killin' for?
White man with a gun apprehended, he still alive
Black man with a gun, he has no chance to survive
They gon' shoot him dead
the gun
Put death in my hand
Learn to fight
Who could care if it's wrong or if it's right
We got no choice
Under command
We're ordered to die
See I'm in it just to win it
And I'm in it for the long run
Hang out the window gun loaded just for fun
I catch it all of ratch get feeled get
rumblin'
Fuckin' wit' me getcha trampled Lemon Lame is an example
He got beat down by these dogs, and all he got was just a sample
But now I'm on my way
gots to cook coke in the kitchen
Police everywhere like
Grindin' brothers up on street sweeps
You guilty by association
Raise bail, don't give 'em no
haters in the dirt
He say he gone shoot, but he ain't let his gun burst
Uh
So now
You were not my bro, wow
I stay out the way because I'm paid and I'm too
right baby
No more one times baby
I just know
We'll make it by
We'll make it by
We'll make it by
We'll make it by
We'll make it by
We' make it by
Papa, he was gone tryna make a dime
Mama kept us warm when there was no sunshine
I was busy building up a reputation
Did a lot of things out
fit in dockers
It jus can't
I dump my ashes on the highway
highway
Cuz goin back is not a fuckin option no no
Porter
Hit up da gang, we bout to roll out
sister...(we're gonna have to find a way out).
Neak (verse 2):
No between in this, life is like 3er fifths, pain level high, when the pain parlay with stewardess,
no way anyone can fake this
Our souls are bound by the ages Prophets and ancient sages
I know just why you gave this There's no way we can escape this
You brought us the a-bomb
In so many ways endorsed by God and The Book
So God loves a war monger?
Hey Mr.Blix: forget Iraq and the time it took
to let the canary out?
Will you be there when they're pulling bodies out?
There are strange things done under the gun by the men who mohel for coal
dude
I'm hot do shit I was raised by the gun
Disrespect me I promise then you gone see what my pops do
And you niggas are so static
Got fanny packs
many times
Either way
Wipe it off like some dust on the shelf
Do this by myself
These are my demons
This is my fight
No-one else
Caught up in all of the hype
Brains paralytical
Fucking shits pitiful
How the hell you gon' come up
Get up far up in the game
Out here getting mad love
And when the sentence you'll be forgotten by everyone
But even before my brothers first or second arrest
My life was always like that whenever he left
No one
by my dawg if he wrong I'm still with it
We knocking shit off if you play boy we spinning
P.R.M be the mob or the gang no specific
Sent that bitch
In 1671 I joined the Sieur de Saint Lusson
Sault Ste. Marie was where he said we would be going
Sent there under orders by Jean Baptiste Talon
To lay
Whisper in ya ear, tell you my story (please stay right by my side )
Way you move ya body got me feeling holy (please stay right by my side )
Baby you my
Why you wanna hate on me
I'm just out her in these streets
Why you wanna hate on me
I got a family to i'm just trying eat
Why you wanna hate me
We
as a purp by shotty
While you coppa's come up
The same block I occupy stop and run up
"Get on the ground! Don't make a sound!
No home should be owned by
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