Lyrics:
And end up with their big bonus?
Oh I guess we're to turn a blind eye?
That's fuckin bogus
And we're just to sit by
And listen to another lie
From our
way onto In Utero)
Following the release of In Utero in 1993
We once again hit the road
Using left over props
From the "Heart-Shaped Box" video
Shoot
niggas laying down and y'all ears out here in these streets
I guess you took it literal
Guess the only code you live by's forget-it-code
Uh, if I should
and it’s felt by anybody that comes here,
unless you ask the new neighbors who were brung here,
they might play on entitlement like they from here,
one
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
the hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
It ain't about where you at it's about where you from
If you ever go back they might
the hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
It ain't about where you at, it's about where you from
If you ever go back they might hit
it for the genius side of music
In Atlanta and i'll be
Damned if i bothered by a
Nigga with a problem
No longer art it's just some
People and their
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
the hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
It ain't about where you at it's about where you from
If you ever go back they might
with me
On top'a all that I got God with me
You can go far with me
From New York, to Atlanta, to LA
You know they all with me
You might not see me
had,
I remember good as well as the bad..
I can hear the sounds of laughter,
But they laced with cries,
When you live the hard life...
(In the hard
the slammer,
A free civilian with a house in Santa Ana,
If ya got a million, and live in Atlanta,
If you got a weak bladder, or can't climb a ladder,
What
the slammer,
A free civilian with a house in Santa Ana,
If ya got a million, and live in Atlanta,
If you got a weak bladder, or can't climb a ladder,
What
wishing well water imported from Pluto
That's why my eyes is glassy, so ain't got to ask me
The interplanetary Illuminati move your body
I trekked
the house
Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah
[verse one]
You go on and on and you don't stop
Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop
Belt
from Atlanta, came up finish the prayer
Worried about sister mom's and hair
All along worried bout what sister mom gonna wear
This ya boy or should
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
a military mind
May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block
My live mind got me survivin'
as lyrics are
Called, because he lives now
The legitimate life
Writing sentences, not jail
Sentences rap bars, not jail
Bars and those jail bars come
From
, I've learned English from the text written on bucks and pounds,
From the songs by "t.A.t.U.", from their CD-covers, from the pay channels I watched
Well I rolled out of my bed
I was feeling semi-dead
so I wandered from the bedroom
to the coffee
Then I woke up to the sound
of little people
fake
I’m not a Rolly with a tick tock
Atlanta repper in the home of the Yankee
Rose wood suit on with the hanky
I got rich from the zones of the stanky
dedicate a song
To the kids from Florida who didn't live long, whose families grieve
While the rest of the world gets on their phones
And their lives go
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