Lyrics:
check and fold 'em
I like five card stud,
But it's mostly Texas hold 'em
Music's playing up and down the block
Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk
time in Santa Fe, Texas
That is just outside Galveston (that no one saw coming)
A mass shooting a Southern California school
We are following breaking
Black hoods, cops and projects, sewers flooded with foul blockage
The gutter's wild and every child watches
Chains in top locks get ripped off
Black hoods, cops 'n projects
sewers flooded with foul blockage
The gutter's wild and every child watches
Changin top locks with ripped off hinges
and
Saw him in crèche school
And his song wit' "These are the breaks"
I used to breakdance to his music
You hear what I'm sayin'?
So "If I Ruled the World"
at least we got good walking music
Or is that it?
No man, I'm queueing up the fourth album now, his final one
Nigga, what the hell are you talkin' 'bout?
where I began
And my daddy, he wrote songs and he broke colts
And he went back to school to get a degree
Now he teaches music to kids, he taught
of music
Second-string quarterback, junior transfer
Learning how to play guitar
He bought a ring for his high school girlfriend
Right before she
Yeah, this is the truth
Common Sense, wit Tony Touch
It's the type of music we be
From Chicago to New York
I ain't move, I'm just movin' crowds
see what's going on in the projects
Then I'ma shoot down to Atlanta
See how it's going down in the Dirty Dirty
Then I'ma shoot over to New Orleans,
watch 'em in them hoods
I always thought living life was easy
Go to school, get a job, yo, it couldn't be me (be me)
So instead, I played my bed
My
can't break (uh)
That's the one, do music for fun
Give deals to artists (yeah)
Pull up to the office (yeah)
Yeah, I'm from the project so quadruple
niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
M.A. dollar
yeah
Tryna hold me hostage, oh, yeah, yeah
(yeah, uh)
This is God's test, oh, yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
This is for the projects, oh, yeah, yeah
(yeah, uh)
I just want to thank my fans for listening to this project
I've been working on this during my last year of grad school,
and I'm so glad to finally
music
"I got started in music through
School funded projects some folks
Came to our hood and essentially
"adopted" me and some
Other kids - we were given
the most flyest and stylish rapture,
My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest,
My first album through to him, that was my biggest project
want (What she is)
What she is is what I want
What she is is what I want
Damn I can't stand all this **** school ****
Just want get **** make music, stu
Room right with a rack
Stack it up, stack it back
Project percentage done had keep on jumpin' back
Blow right out the bag
Stack it up, stack it back
A Dr dre exclusive with
Music bruising your neck (What the fuck?)
Rip your plans up, Dre's ruling
You don't want to fuck around with the hands
Let alone
and P know, see loc'
We make music for the thugs and the bangers
And the bitches
Fuck you R&B singers
She want a nigga with his khacki's hangin' real
filled with good lookin’ corpses
The Nickerson Gardens is like a graveyard
Braveheart cemeteries
Seventh grade school picture on the
Cover of the obituary
and P know, see loc'
We make music for the thugs and the bangers
And the bitches
Fuck you R&B singers
She want a nigga with his khacki's hangin' real
the realest, feel me
Educated, thug music niggas
This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is project
Real shit, N.Y.M.P, the realest niggas
Marcy, Brooklyn,
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