Lyrics:
"Yes we are yes we will
Yes we can that's the plan
No alibi I just roll the dice
I could feel it in my heart and it's cold as ice
Born in hell but
"Yes we are yes we will
Yes we can that's the plan
No alibi I just roll the dice
I could feel it in my heart and it's cold as ice
Born in hell but
I'm an organized famine, studyin' now I can be a little bit meaner.
I'm still a whole lot too good to suit myself, just mean
I ride around
a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it
One session, one song, I'm gone
The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born
to add to my universe let
and the sacrifice
Organized disorder for the Prophet of Crime
I was born into this world a lost soul
Like the majority of people who don't see and don't know
It's
Bro just hit me up, the shipment just came in
We bout to bust a link
The only thing I'm chasing is my dreams
Organized crime we goin on a scheme
of living it, what do we do
We drag it around, murdering it
Organized society, organized human relationships
Being human relationships, how can they be
in series
Organized systematically for easier control
It's not about your mind anymore, it's about your soul
Yes
You're not having delusions
Yes you
losing my brain
Born in the mist
Load me with clips, if you try bet you miss
Death be the kiss, slits on my wrist
The world is amiss
I'm way too legit, I
to stab me
I'm thankful I get to experience such full feelings
I'm pissed off
I don't want to do this
There's too much clutter to ever be fully organized
From the womb since birth born ILL
Mama said that I was destined to be great and so I will
My father said I wasn't his, disowned me when I was
the way I freaked it
Ameritalyanos peep the way we speak shit
A Guinea's a Ginzo, A thugs a Guappo
Born of Italian descent, top shotta Wop yo
A Peasant is
niggas ain't no danger man
Niggas cold blooded bearing arms
Causing endangerment
Know that we outside forreal while them niggas staying in
Born
where stars are born and phony rappers get done
6 blocks and you might not make it through
What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you
With
a fighter, defender of the working man
Born in Old St. Louie, just north of old Carr Square
A middle son of recent immigrants
His father was a tailor, in
wild crews
slacks, overlaps, applejack hats quarterfield coats
Cadillacs with white walls and chrome wheel spokes
they were organized, investin', had
Gotti, here we go again, yo
Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggas I'm born
The future problem's, kicking and carrying on
Cause I
For many though, this birthplace
Of the automobile and organized labor
Was seen as a promised land
For twenty-five years
Sudden Blacks migrated
pain in the end
Pain (x4)
Organized crimer,big trouble finder
In and out of institutions ever since I was a minor
But now I'm on the bricks,deep in
and blacken the sky.
No need being born, horns and wings,
Torn between good, and doing very bad things.
We the underground force protectors,
You don't want
Queensbridge, that's where I'm from
The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done
6 blocks and you might not make it through
What you gonna do when
Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
So my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
Like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my
from coast to coast
They got us crossing over the border line
I don't got all the answers but we need to be more organized
So here's a little
For every person dealing with the trauma in they mental
I don't wanna die
For every child is born another man is gone
I don't wanna die
For every breath
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