Lyrics:
hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings
down for the cause givin' it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings that pack gatlings
to war, okay?
For real, y'all
Takin' you on another one, son
Uh, Julio Iglesias
Makin' cream like that nigga
Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
Fifteen for this Rolex
Thirty bands on the opp's facе
Mike Tyson, I whipped the case
Takin' chances I could die today
I don't do no frontin'
Nigga, it's tax
split a bedroom, I guess what I miss (what I miss)
Inside the streets where I lay, outside that buildin' I is (where I is)
It's some street nigga facts,
the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
Put in work, put in work
Put in
the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
Put in work, put in work
Put in
at weights
by da time he come home he should have saw like a million chickens
while um dis drug dealin nigga takin like 50 whippins
playin with raw
on the streets
I respect the dude Nas 'cause he married Kelis, but still
If you ain't ready, just wanna be my fiancé
Than we could do it like Jay Z and Beyonce
Youngin' got addicted to the street life
Led astray by the green light
Was taught to go on red and caught a case for it
No turning back he fell in
Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock
Time to get out of school and think
Somewhere in the world it's 5pm
And quittin time means it's time to drink
shit was stupid
He transferred to Robert Morris, oh it's lit, we down the street
My class let out at 2:40, and his class let out at 3
Mama asked me
Life)
Man, all I'm trying to do is just drive my car
Turn my beats up and rhyme these bars
But even when I abide by laws
You run my plates just to find my
the dimension of the crew SoleSides
it ain't nuttin goin on but a party
Now brothers want to flex but I'm over they heads
I got the funky type of style
brother's starving, hungry, and sick
Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit
So he gettin kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead
Got no
your wants and needs uh
Grew up on a block where you get lectured by the fiends
Show respect, lil' nigga, take it in and let him speak
They told me, keep
you want to say
Tell the truth
And shame the motherfucking devil
Bam!
The target of poverty by the white devil
Because I wasn't testing at my reading
Ah, it's slime, nigga
If I can't
Ah, I don't know what I'm talking about
I hear these pussy niggas plottin', talkin' bout takin' my soul
I'm tryna
tar/guitar than a rock star
Cop car by the UB want to do me down like Doobie
Straight haters is what you fools be
Hangin' on my balls like newbies
You do
the streets
But I put it on my mind
By the time I was nine
Look here nigga I was slangin' that nine
Now them them don't want us
They know me and Turk don't
do it for the streets
Heard momma got out the grill
Man I do it for the grease
Man I do it for the five pack of Hanes wife-beats
That I wore like
can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas
[Master
I heard it's lonely at the top, shit I'm lonely at the bottom
Made a promise to my brother at sixteen, I said I got em
Now we workin' on our craft,
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
Put in work, put in work
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
Shout out that motherland, 12
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