Lyrics:
Aye im dirty doc
A youngin thats broke up in his block
Never held, shot, sold a single glock
A kid with dreams to be up at tha top
Been shown
women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
the boogie
I be loyal to my peeps
Like budha stud doogie
Never very bad news
Payin' crazy dues
I'm blowin' out crews
And tamin' mad shrews
Like Bill
sing se
Every single way on my mind get paid
Trap for the fam
Shoebox money wrapped in rubber bands
Sticking to plan
Put the block on
550 Nights
Dropping
Brooklyn baby
From a city like no other
Queens raised me
By then my mother was a single mother
Daddy facing fed time
All we had left was each other
(Certified Wise)
Somethin' I take very seriously (I sensualise, Certified Wise)
Every songs a collection of kids charmed lives
Like the porn section of gary
juice from the fucking light poles
Shout out to the Bronx, nigga!
Aye yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid
Bombing the D train and hit
In the forge of our combined fate
We stand as one, undeterred by hate
Our bonds, stronger than steel, unbreak
In the fire of adversity, we awake
single thing that you do
Tell us every single thing that you do
It's time for change
For too long has this country been chained
By all these lefty
Physically, I'm gracy
Triangle choke ya
And what the fuck could have provoked ya?
We don't know eachother kid, and I did not insult ya
Don't make me feed
move up the block the block's shaking
You moved in when they promised you that the block's vacant
New month coming tomorrow you got patience?
Call
worse others raising kids
And everytime that newscast hits, them prayers lift, gaddamn we need a new preacher
I think about that single mom,
Slaving her
on his damn brother
Left the kids like baggage for my grandmother
You ain’t got no sense of what it take to live
She 85 years old
U left her with ya
tired of watching the time go by tick tock
But every part of your life is like building blocks
And my ship is finally sailing into port to dock
Single
gone
Live in fear and die alone
On the wrong side of the city
On the wrong side of the bay
Across the wrong bridge, I take the wrong turn, every single
soul is missin'
We promote our own ambitions
We promote our own agendas
Though we live like Satan's kids
We speak as if we still know that God is with us
and go hop they rappin' ass right the fuck across whatever line I make
I redefined what for goodness sake meaning, slate clean, Living Single wit my Flavor
of Tacoma 'cos there's no money here, the well's been dry for a couple of years
Might as well live where the murder is near and the market's a steal
And by
morse code from other planets calling me
And the threat we knew
Is not the only finger on the button
And the kids' balloons
Sent to space like rockets by
One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue
Between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during
The days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block
With Spence
the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger,
lives and just leave us
They say grievance has a way of affecting everyone different
If its true, how the fuck am I supposed to get over you
Difficult
(Huh)
Big boy takin' over the block
Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...)
[Deuce Poppi]
Now hold up, wait a minute
Let me get a lil' gangsta wit it
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
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