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Surrounded by the violence, all they know is violence
Shout my little homie down the street, shout out Viron
We had 20 dollars, only 20 dollars
Navy blue

Chasing plays chasing missions
No we ain't chasing no bitches

I just want the Mula baby
Like the 2s but the blues is just cooler baby
Act a fool for them

Ross try to be the boss of the news
Ha
But I'm the eagle when these wings stop
Niggas goin here the blues
When this peace drops
Just flow with the pool

terrorist on American turf
Recognized by the steppaz made great relations
On the vibe where connections let me slide with the extras
Compromise I would never

You should thank me
You for the streets that's what they say to me
She don't drop top then I'm a be cranky
Bitch ass nigga I promise I am not one
Four

you had)
But imam get you gone for one blue (Okkk)
And I know you could tell that I'm different
Bitch I be balling like pippin fuck with the brand
Got

About the green
Weeded schemes
To project blue beams
Over rooftops
So the profit is seen
Now clean up
These drowning streets
Greet the Kristos
With

sell to granny too
This Called that Blodgett Blues 4th street holla what it do
It will get rachet Moncler Jacket with scorpion patches
X mark the coke

still gon' sing my song
Throw dirt in the streets, get burned by a G, yeah you know that my niggas to strong
Bitch say she ain't never heard of me, way I

day
(Reparations, reparations)
Which we intend to bring into existence
By any means necessary

Where my forty acres and a mule?
Where my education
We

I chilled on Sugar Hill, Blue Hill
Cherry Hill, Murray Hill, Homby Hills
But until we get over the hill, niggah

I've got sunshine in my pocket
I'm

out
Almost died, couldn't breathe, he turning blue
His hard done stop, but he shook back
Got older results, amazing
Bobo only son, so she set high

a few projects and a tape I'll drop them
It's gonna get nasty when I drop Bruce Shotta
I'm gonna have to lie when they ask who shot him
I can play victim

City streets, that's where I learned
Play with fire, you get burned
When the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble, trouble
Stuck my foot through

of fun
I'm here to show you a good time
Sometimes you need to burn the box that Your put in
You know sometimes
Feel the rhythm feel the blues
Just like

[Verse 1]
I don't follow the news
They just add to my blues
Politicians and their big feets
Could never fill my shoes
They don't care, think all well

the corners they planted a Ki's on
The key being there's more than just what they lead on
In a pair of sneakers that Tinker had drew the street on
Cement 3s,

Winfrey courtesy of Global Poverty Project, Inc. dba Global Citizen from the Global Citizen Festival Mandela 100 in Johannesburg, South Africa on December

East Side Story

Buddha Monk

Prophecy

1998

remember who I am
I might just rob the bank in your town
Went from sleepin in crates on quincy street
Never havin a refrigerator full of food to eat
Fallin

Made in America

T-K.A.S.H.

Turf War Syndrome

2006

The Last Poets - updated by Ethan]

I love niggas, because niggas are me. And I should only love that which is me. I love that you niggas go

of dis flip it den I get a lot back
I want da peso blue face dem cho choas
Fuck if yu hate hoe work by da boat load
Ughh
Nigga touch down in da city
Night

the betterment of people
I looked up to the projects
Yeah, that's some ironic shit
Girl, I was raised in the Bay by my mom
And shit, I did alright in school

ain't arrived yet
Watch me take it back to prospect
Chiefing by the lake house for def' though super fresh
Skinny niggas vexed and my box logo is

stay pushing the air dance
Every floor in the project like
Lufthansa and Air France
Whip top was Goose Gossage get
That work from Rastas
Mean Streets