Lyrics:
10 years old and I'm out there slanging cocaine
No love from my family, just love from the game
No one to turn to so I'm out there slanging
that hell was in store
Sign a dotted line and give a man a gun
Don't worry boys, you'll all be home by christmas
But little by little the lights
Yeah
Jacquees said, yeah, yeah
I'm a young, Black Maynard, mama gospel singer
Daddy dope slanger, born from the anger
Tryna work a angle, get
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
the 'trols
Swallowin' all the dope, think I'm on four
Tryna get to my ho, but the Perkies got me froze
Been doin' my baby mama wrong and leavin' her at home
cooling in the sun
Fooling one by one
No I'm not a chosen
I chose to be the one
(X4)
Run through the city
Run through the city run
Gun in the civic
Gun in
and my daughter gettin' chased by my son
The water gun is in his arms, that lil' nigga can run
He get it from his daddy side, you know, them Nigerians
block to a terror scene
Shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down,
of my kids side of they family
I'm too rich to let somebody handle me
Nah, for real, I pay rent for my young niggas mama'nem
We got away on the chase,
On my mama, ain't never gonna let them take my soul (take my soul)
But it turns to the ones you love, who's the next to go (next to go)
I'm
2]
[Repeat :x2]
OK, now let me see ya do it, baby.
Don't be afraid, go now.
Don't be ashamed of how ya do it, baby.
Just go ahead and make yo' mama proud.
(This whole motherfuckin' album fire)
(I know if this motherfucker don't go number one, y'all niggas hatin')
(You heard it first from mama Choppa,
(Mello made it right)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me,
[Ice Cube]
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)
[Chorus]
Only in California
Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your
removed from all those fires
As we raced each other home
And now we drink our coffee on the run
We climb that ladder rung by rung
We are the daughters
dem deh, Heh
When Martyrs died they save our lives
They had an early grave
Sacrifice has taken place
For the chosen race heh
(2) Which part dem gone
miss being next to you
It all started when
My uncle died to suicide
Left many traumatized
Jaz know I got her side
Too much pride
To run and hide
Stay by
y'all niggas can't do [shit]
[Chorus 2X: Governor Two's]
Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas we run New York City
We come fi
of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
If you run into
Dreams never died
Again and again
Again and again
Haunted by the trust of a child
With no place to go now
Little boy brave
Wanders the streets
of bed
I don't want to catch you by surprise
I just wanna find a way to be died
I feel nauseous all the time
I fucked up and
I could cry out my eyes
I want
the real A)
In '88, Miami boys came tried to take the city
They had to wait, their price was great but Techwood wasn't with it
They bought they MAC-10
what's really wrong with these racist days
I honor the strong and pity the weak
Your thoughts run your life, be careful what you think
Haiti beat
triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot, yeah
These niggas is scared
Thirtys in the city movin' slow
Thirty, thirty,
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