Lyrics:
disgusting
Not lying or trolling, so you got me cussing
Gonna call it Cramer cuz you live on the streets
Beefing like it's Arby's, we have the meats
Gonna get
The Lord lives among us
The youngest hunger become a means to get it
By any ways necessary, under pressure
Children feeling lesser, with the steel up
Tingin sa taas
Kneeling down
In the secular
Masipag mahal ko
Ang tao ko
Street Bible beat you like my rival
Staying up and down
We ain't down
What
between right and wrong
We should all live life by one fact
Before you doin dirt, the dirt gon' come right back
I seen cats go out like suckers
I seen
And a bullet proof vest
Iron piece by my side
Jesus piece be my guide
Man I'm tryna survive
In this world where you die by 25
45 mag blowing out of sight
Hollow
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
, watchin you
I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
Way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I
You gotta, you gotta roll me one
She got a twin and I need the both of them
Streets can't hold me (ayy, ayy)
We're not friends, so please don't "bro"
further you couldn’t just pray nope’s
Had to shove it down peoples throats like gay blokes
Like that Basement Jaxx song where’s your head at
When did you
of Liberty, long live the World trade,
Long live the king yo,
I’m from the empire state thats…
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
[M.Bleek]
Huh?
Yeah
M-e-m-p-h-i-s Bleek
Y'all punk ass niggaz
Check it out yo
[Chorus]
Is you a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love
the main stream
I let you stay in my crib, now you know where I live
When you was hungry, fed you a hot meal, look at the hand you deal
Me crud ball
i'm sorry I grew up i'm a thug
I got too many problems but I bet I won't run
I take it back I ain't sorry cuz these streets raised a king
I been through
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
technique
I recognise games like the ESPY’s
Cold to myself I say God Bless me the truth
So I speak live and directly
You, I will set free my mic
Is where my
All this ice and cream, you was thinkin' we was made by Ben and Jerry's
Niggas wishin' on shit like life, comin' with a fuckin' ferret
Don't wanna put
where the hell Sniper come from?
H Town, baby, no love for you busters
Regime too raw, that’s why they don’t love us
The Mexican patna reppin’ SPC
Nobody
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
of K-i-n-g
And MC Ren, I bet you're like, "Where them n*ggas been?"
The backstreets of Compton checkin ends
Original residents, I'm off Caldwell and Kemp
About
Fenty like Fentanyl, the
'ish is all legitimate
E was down ten for this" and
Those lines quickly go from prohibition
To a war on street drugs, associated
and his daughter
Walk in the
Snowy Gotham streets during Christmas season
So we watched her and waited
You should talk to Mama more
Yeah, yeah i know mama
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
"lights off shit coming at you live and on fire
Kottonmouth kings, and cypress hill"
You know southern california be home of the highest
Between
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