Lyrics:
beats by Dre (on God)
You can get hit by K (K)
K hit you, that's your last day (day)
Glock 27, that's bae (21)
Stick the 30 in it, had a baby (yeah)
we gon' do it) we're gonna stand by
This one's for North Carolina, come on and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your hand
Spin it
of times
In K.R West
Can't forget slept with a W fresh
A Big shot upon freestyle from the shit thirty pieces
Let's do this for the people
Let's make
Groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay
The high-potent, super-charged
Spiritual lyrical miracle, of a man
Damn, you can't understand
a lighter like,
A whole man moving on a mission like, label me the piper, like,
I gotta dam filled with this ambition Like, I'm a young Michelle Pfeiffer
I'll do like summertime and raise up the heat
I'm the leader of the pack, plus I'm still in the slums
Man, I was "Built Ford Tough", I'm as real
(Fuck it)
While I’m here I’m raising hell
Tell that bitch to back up
K Michelle
I don’t think that she gon’ take it well
Couple thousand that I made
Show some respect on this deck for the dear departed,
Gather ye's round let's be bound by the work we started,
Save all your strength for
man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
Is this the new national anthem
(How many times has that ever happened to you?)
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
Concentrate on my surroundings
'Cause if I'm slipping
Well that's when niggas will get to clowning
And I can't have it
I got a mission to complete
Raise my kids
[Featuring Too $hort]
[Daz]
Man Soopafly how you feel about these bitches?
[Soopafly]
Fuck 'em.
[Daz]
You know what I'm
of Jacks black label
Pretty soon man you'll be dancin' on the table
Two step three step come on up to four
The girls arrive so we hit the floor
Raisin some
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
to raise his barrel to target you
His heart can't give you the years of scar tissue...
[Chorus]
[Truck North]
Uh, what you're witnessing is true
the youth was demonized
Wishing he could see rearrange the truth, to see the lies
And he wouldn't have to raise his barrel to target you
His heart can't
a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By letting her pass I proved to be a better man
She keeps on passing me by (passing me by)
She
survive,
I had a good friend in New York City,
Never called me Bocephus called me hillbilly,
Well he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife,
For 43
You got in trouble at home
You can't outrun mommas wooden spoon
Or the principles telephone
Raise your hand if you only had
Three channels on TV
at school
You got in trouble at home
You can't outrun momma's wooden spoon
Or the principal's telephone
Raise your hand if you only had
Three channels
the Lord hands
I'm tired of crying
Yeah, close it
Man down
Hope and pray and say I can't turn (Man down)
He will find you, this world will grind you down
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
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