Lyrics:
need him
And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em (you don't need him)
You know me makes me unhappy? (What's that?)
When brothas
nails
Sitting here, watching other people live
Frozen by the fear to fail
'Cause everyday there's a war to fight
And if I win or lose, nevermind
the bull pen
Make that a fine, no
If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion
L.A. looters, throw your mask on
Gambini got his mash
nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
niggas ain't like us
We different, word to God, we murderers
Y'all niggas is scared and unprepared for the war
We gon' kill and that's for sure
So
be worshipped like Jesus
War visual individual incriminate the criminal
My culture nickel put holes in your face like dimples
wake the fuck up
forget to be grateful
When our cups are full
The prodigal son syndrome ravaging the youth
We fight wars they fills vaults
Living in a world created by some
America, home of the brave built by the slave
Run by the bullet that's aimed by men who come from a cave
Before all of us were here just know a war had been
the money make you thirsty
Don't even let it be your goal
Just let it come and keep on working
And shine your light on the hoes
Cause I'm the hardest
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
You can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga
See you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall
Your life is how you living kid
nigga
you can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga
see you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall
your life is how you living
I spend more than a pink's when I drink
Can't make a big stack of money shrink
It gets peak on the streets
Us man never look weak on the streets
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make
(ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologized a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make
You asked me why you were made of dots
and why you always were chased by robots
I damn know that it makes you sick
that your movement's decided by
I was born..
I was born..
I was born..
I was born in a concrete jungle
and I learned to make my own way (learned to make my own way)
I was raised by
you was gonna slide, you gon' run a muck, NIGGA
I'ma make you feel like you got hit by a truck, NIGGA
I pluck herbs like birds, then I brainwash em
for my dawg, yeah, this that get back (get back)
When it's war, yeah, we go tit-for-tat (tit-for-tat)
Ring around the Rosie with this big mac (whoa)
[Papoose:]
Ya wanna go to war let's get it then
If war bring peace I'm with it then
I don't start beef I finish it
Ghetto soldiers, we militant.
Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics
Call a truce, world peace, stop acting like savages
No war, we should take time and think
The bombs and tanks makes mankind
tonight
You know I won't be asleep
I'm gonna make you pay
I'm gonna make you pay
I'm gonna make you pay
I'm gonna make you pay
You want war as long as you
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make
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