Lyrics:
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Busta Rhymes, Slum Village
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode Squad
Yeah, yeah,
did not know who we are
You have just been informed
Surrender by choice . Or be forcefully taken over by The SlumLand Visionariez
Lets go
Slum
Land
Slum
ass
Hocus, pocus, focus
Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest
Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis
Slum Village hot shit and you know this
ass
Hocus, pocus, focus
Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest
Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis
Slum Village hot shit and you know this
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
As I’m clouded with Black Sour in my speakers
Fumes breathe in the shrubbery
I’m pondering if this life has
Had enough of me
Thoughts that run
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Busta Rhymes, Slum Village
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode
the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly
Do y'all think niggas is ready for this tho
Nah, never in they life
Selfish bout my shorty like I'm Slum Village
Pockets full of dubs there ain't
cord in a slum village on a slum tour
Through every ghetto I carry the heavy metal
Just in case a shovel is needed when arguments are settled
Mama get
that's the old me
Village boy living life in the big city
Riding round centre it get hot, piffy
I like getting high cause i forget my sorrows
I get fly,
To stop moving like a criminal is what I try,
But you live by the road's, by the road's how you die,
I'm real in every situation, make man humble like pie,
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My
The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village
it, I'm rolling another one
Live life on the edge
Cause you will never know when your time gon' come
Different ambitions come straight out the slums
(Madman, Shyheim the Rugged Child)
So just take your time and handle life as it comes
Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do
Yo, may all
It's real, yo but still, yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be
riot man, I am on tour
In the village, beauty lies in the slum
Basically I keep it basic, bass and drums
I'm tight laced
Cause the race ain't a poker
I've never had love for the feds
But I've always had love for my slum
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So my people in
link
I might upgrade and might bust down it
Shine hard, like I'm supposed to
I'm a king nigga in a slum village
When you speakin' that real shit
Even
chose that life
So you can't run I'm in the trenches by my self feel like the king of the slums uh
(I'm in the trenches by myself) feel like the king
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
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