Lyrics:
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
the fuck? Let’s ride and go make some headlines! Five dead in the ghetto zone. Whoop whoop! (Verse 4) Duck low, rode by, 3 times, triple checking
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
This one goes out to all the highly melanated
Never duplicated
Go Diva
I need a chocolate 5'5 lady by my side
Shorty know her roll, play it well
Mercedes
look look for real
I'm not looking for a girlfriend
I need a partner
Chorus: (Magic)
You be my Bonnie and I'll be your Clyde
We can ride, side by
Eyy
And this the life that I choose
If you snooze you might loose
No one play by the rules
Damn The whole world be cruel
And this the life that I
Niggas always hating on me
When pass by
Chuck the set out the window homie
When pass by
Gotta always keep on me
Might not last long
niggas don't want no parts of the ghetto heisman
With them thangs in the dash
Nigga, we bang for the cash
Steadily aimin' for that ass
Burnin' them thangs
quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her together
Right? So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type
I wish
They crushed him, snuffed the life all out of his body
He had friends, a Benz with rims by Gotti
Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him
They crushed him snuffed the life all out of his body
He had friends a Benz with rims by Gotti
Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him
The beat cryin'
I love, I love them guitars
Ayy, you hear the beat cryin'?
Yeah, ghetto
I be feelin' like the realest around (yeah)
I be still
that block, sellin that D
Grew up with, nothin but killas and OG's
I'm the product of the ghetto 'til they bag me up
With a bail stash in case they
Tell ya people that I'm comin by (Yeah yeah)
Got that shit that'll get ya high (Holla at a pimp)
Talkin shit cause I'm off
Tonight, and you really
Chains
He broke my He broke my
He broke my chains
He broke my He broke my
He broke my chains he broke chains he broke my chains
Called me by name
Mad topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by
we got jerked but still invented them
Wicked litle kick it joints that got us ghetto wheight
And also kept the jazz alive by pulling off the plates
off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
fuck what you and him do
Aint shit for free, but shit wit me, you gotta be ready to spin
A ghetto bitch, I'm layin' back smokin' wit a devilish grin
together
Niggas by Lexus
Straight out the ghetto niggas is pussy
To even fuck with us that'll be the
Day a white nigga mush me
Straight up, two-thousand is
have to
Say every time and be swayed
By their insistence of what is
Wrong and what is right
Learn to trust your feelings (J-J-JOAT)
Ya zimme!
This is
Where you been?"
Where you been? You understand?
That's about the size of it
This for the streets, the streets everywhere
The streets affected by
life
Cyaan' coward, haffi stubborn
Ghetto yute n'ave money but we pay fi learn
Poor people ah suffer anywhere me turn
Poverty and disease, we feel it
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