Lyrics:
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
that I wouldn't succeed
Tryna the reach the goal, finish line when achieve
She not mine on the low, the whole world gotta see
Call the plug for two O's ,
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin' for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
never listen to cops
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Nas]
It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose
There's only one Nas by the hundred thousand
three and a half kids, eatin' apple pie
Work a nine-to-five every day until, hopefully, you happily die
But not I, I've seen my parents try to live that
in peace to all those we lost
By murder of the police damn
Don't shoot me, my nigga, it's just a book
It's probably what keeps everyone's life
End up
shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
Look man, do not get my block pissed, we'll blast
they say I'm possessed by the devil
Spit so hard I could chew through metal, ain't nobody wanna get leveled
Bitch I'm steaming like a kettle
Hatin' ass
alibi
I'm not sayin' that they should be flawless
I'm telling you the world is lawless
Because we got young knuckleheads power tripping with they tools
you knew right like
(I just hope that you know right)
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal grip i think your type like
(Fifty cal I think it your
Nigga trynna slime me out like we got beef
If u want smoke lil nigga, den pushup and come see
Rockout wit dat 9 on me by the tree
Know I got it
Fighting one to three
Niggas killed by me
Going beast mode
I'm an A.P.E
Fighting one to three
Niggas killed by me
Going beast mode
I'm an A.P.E
Staring at the ceiling traumatized by the demons
Ah! My mind is deep in a maze
Ah! I do not hear what you say
Ah! We go way back in the day
I don’t converse
bang him, on sight,
Police been fxcking with me ends,
My whole life,
cnd Chapeltown nxggas,
Gotta love it to the 9, so,
I'm not tryna live rich,
say something
Maybe a text but
I got myself a ray gun to serve and protect
No sleep past 3 it's not even a weekend
But butterfingers dropped you in
hungry like the 3rd world
& my iris full on envy
this world I live in left me ill
now I make mother nature pop the pill for the thrill
born dead dying
like my brother master p, I'm a shock the world if I see 23
Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral parlor
Take pause to bury my boy, as we
-crazy three
Centimeters outward past where
Her eyes end her eyelashes are even and
Delicate, like wisps from a dandelion
And I can't recall if I've ever seen
with the world at my back and a eigth in my jeans
Muhfucka I was 18 blowin' loud in the street give a damn bout police
Muhfucka I was 18 constantly
to her in spirit or mind before I left Codrington Court I was looking for my future wife so I sent her a message and she replied and I was not older than 3
Major charges dropped
Police brutality is non-stop
Cops claim we the biggest gang
words quoted by 2pac
I should've seen it all coming
I should've seen it
While another black man, is murdered by police
Peaceful demonstrations, greeted with gas in the streets
A beautiful flower dead because it couldn't
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