Lyrics:
no broads, we got plenty (No)
We ain't taking no bars, we be sippin' (No)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment
[MC Serch]
Once again, this is your brain
This is your brain on drugs *egg starts frying*
This is your brain on social narcotics
Any questions?
happens there."
"Oh no, no, we no, we weren't there
We didn't live with you, in your Section 8 household
We didn't live with the narcotics and violence
(Tay Keith, this too hard)
Ayy, ayy, brrt
Section 8 'partments, I'm valid on payment (sold out of main)
Servin' narcotics like back in
thugs, where ya at?
Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer
Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home
Do it to 'em, do it to 'em
They love the way
smoked
Jazz musicians were being watched
Under section 2F...
Possession without a prescription
Was made presumptive
Evidence of concealment
Drugs
Pull up with some money and narcotics
Drugs in my pocket
Sit up in that cell and do my day up
I ain't ever stoppin' walk up on that stage
I still got
Uh, yeah
It's Ja Rule nigga
Uh, uh, yeah
Feel this
Uh, Ja Rule nigga
Def Jam, Ja
Look at my life style it's dangerous
When I was young this
model after model (I want 'em all)
Four story club in the middle of the city
Private section, no one in our vicinity
Narcotics on the table and bottle
me
It only gets dangerous, real dangerous
Yeah it only gets dangerous for me
Cause everybody wants favors, wants favors
Everybody wants favors from me
Trust eroticism, social drugs
Narcotics in them
Cult existence, superstition
Ritual materialisms, serial isms
Habitual inferior vision consumerism
He is,
For my brother I kill em
Damn.. gah damn yea
Ayee....
For my brotherI kill em no question
Fuck up outta my section
All my brothers keep a stick for
Yeah
Backdoor, Section 8, ayy, Backdoor, Section 8
(Stribb on the beat) backdoor, Section 8
Yeah, it's burglar bars in the bricks
'stensions on them
We put the bando in the Wikipedia
Still these niggas ain't thankful
Migo Gang, we the most dangerous
Narcotics made a nigga famous
If you bangin'
thugging
He sniffed a drug an be bugging
Baby mama don't trust him
I pray he know that I love them
My mother on them drugs again
My other cousin drunk again
into pieces
Then that fuckin rope broke metaphorically speaking
Used to smoke so much dope that I had telekinesis
All the drugs in my my system
Would
for greed
Do in de 'H' - There is no hope, a dangerous deed
And 'I'...
An intervenous injection
Jazz up the 'J' - c'mon man, just try one
No
you like a drug and I've been known to have narcotics
The way you give me brain you think there's something wrong neurotic
Knew I had something
Abandoned houses section 8 das how we grew up
Fuck workin' in da streets dey gotta pay us
I been down so I know the day gone come
Take care
it's been a battle use these drugs as a stitch
I took that pain shit to the chest she rubbed it in like some Vic's
We know not to trust a soul that's why
My only friends is them dead prezzy in my pocket
My favorite strain an my new lil bitch both exotic
Ain't never been the 9 to 5 type I sell narcotics
I
Stillborn on the mountainside
Writhing in hemorrhaged snow
Narcotic afterbirth
Summoned forth so you all will know
I am here now
I am death
A cosmic
ain't no bitches in it?
Ride with me today, I'm in a mood to go spend some spinach
On my niggas of course
Funny how we straight from section 8, now we
you enter
Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex drugs and violence, balance
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