Lyrics:
trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
It's real when you can do whatever you want to do
when you want to do it
Ain't
will be saved in time
Trust Mother Nature
With You
The world is so beautiful
While I watch you
Making you happy
Makes me happy
I wanna see that smile
Flava Flav, are you still lampin'?
What you gonna do when the grid goes down?
That's how you feel about it?
Uncle Jam's Army is here
Socially engineered
to represent me (say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine,
to represent me (say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine,
will fight when I pull up
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell that you're fake
So what
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
pawn
You will lose your knight before dawn
Your king and queen are protected strong
We'll make sure your moves are never wrong
What are you still
a vaccine and make it for racism (make that)
Still praying to the Father and keeping my face in 'em (Ghost)
Say, look at the news and tell me, what do you
what
Is going on in this world that we live but
I can tell that this shit ain't gonna end well
Everything's moving fast while I stand still
Crooked suits
crack take good men
At the height of their prime
Live to make it to get old
And get disrespected by time
Nobody care bout your growth
Nobody care bout you
clocking me
Shit got me thinking more digi than a motherboard
When I sit down and read articles that they call facts
You know I can't believe nunna that fake
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
I was kicking it with Soledad
Nigga what you know 'bout that?
Nothing, so I
sick, my face might turn green
How can you ever be the best
In the scene when you're
Still tryna make a better tune
Than Fuckin' Widda Team
You don't
him out by chasing the bag
Don't blame them when you come from nothing that's all you have
What if the kids that made him cry were making him laugh
What
proved
That we make a crew that's gruesome
If you truly knew what it took to
Do da do you would poop some
Haha
I see the Bartians invading
All of a sudden
planned not to be on this corner
I still wanna see California
But this is my world
(It's your world) Yeah
(Oh, it's your world)
(Your world, your
had to leave you for my health's sake
What to do? Make you pay, for leaving you my fine is to pay forever
So if a fresh new love comes in I won't say
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
come up here (uh)
(One two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up
I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick
making
Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken
Tell 'em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break 'em
And bitch I'm still the same
see you be the very best at what you want to
I wanna see you get involved with all the things you love to
And when I’m not around, never question that I
tried to slow me down, yea they threw some hurdles at me
They tried to make me seat, yea they threw some thermals on me
They tried to make me doubt, like
figgaz
Check game you lil' young punks
World wide mob figgaz
All you niggas is jealous cats
What? what?
Uh, uh, now put them hands up
Rich niggas
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