Lyrics:
ghetto trying to have a little change
My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat
And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police
I done
raised in LE3 Not E3
No sound bwoy will defeat me
Mans still blessed
Still think life is a test
I'm equipped with the skill and pen
Fuck them beg friends
dope and guns"
Check for warrants, that son of a bitch on the run, I know
Three of his niggas got life, he use to roll with
And told 'em I bodied
to J.F.K., news spread he's back in town
Even police warned him not to be caught lacking when around
But he couldn't miss the opportunity to ball
cfter
it’s world wide
Hotter than stir fry new perspective like a bird’s eye
Life is a triangle I show you the 3rd side
The 1st stage of the 1st page
Like
daily existence
Is in question, threatened by the world you live in?
I can't fathom, let alone imagine
The feeling that your next breath could be your
my stash for protection
Family deranged, the world is acting crazed
I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled
On point like a knife
(A)
Amadou Diallo was shot nineteen times
The police fired forty-one shots combined
Mistaken identity, they had to admit it
When they went
of the hardest artists in the world
Freedom of speech got me preaching to every G on the street
We got to eat so fuck the P.D. three striking me
Not liking me want
the whole world pass you by?
Don’t waste time
[]
Religion is division
I was born with this vision
We gotta beat the system
And these fake ass politicians
Me and all my n*ggas
Ride around in the backseat
Flowing through traffic
Always got mad heat
I roll the window down
You see the police harass me
Dip
I'm never done paying my dues
My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"
I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in
No
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
Like I'm Toronto
Fumble bags, get it back like pronto
Got the world sitting on my shoulders like ponchos
And I'm getting more numbers than combos
Drivin
the position, you know the procedure
Can't even leisure smoke hollow reefer
With out police and search and seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser
It's
is showing –
The recent transactions of his bank account
No one gets paid until what
Needs to get done, gets done
Nope that's not the rules no money,
it is
Am I the hand that moves or the fingerprint?
Ahh
Fingertips
World is at my fingertips
Reefer in my cuticles
Police want my fingerprints
dream,
That I am trapped in an act,
not of my own design,
In this act, I demonstrate
the kind of performer I might
have become, had I not been
blessed
step, he still talking shit, he get dissed like a DVD is
Whole gang get a check, if you stay on point, you can ball like CP3 is
Life on pause, bitch, I be
and suicides and homicides
And three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change
And niggaz fame, as the world turns
Though I walk through the valley
dope and guns"
Check for warrants, that son of a bitch on the run, I know
Three of his niggas got life, he use to roll with
And told 'em I bodied
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
[Police]
There they go over there!
Aw man, shit!
I gotta get up off my ass and go chase these cholo muthafuckas
I hate those fuckin' Mexicans
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