Lyrics:
So don't turn your pretty face away from me, dear
'Cause there's kids in this game don't understand
One more night like this would put me six feet
the car with my mum and dad,
He was drivin' the car, the kids were drivin' him mad.
Dad looked at us, then he looked at his wife,
He must have
the dice games up
Moms smoke, kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Girls fighting over rope, the young boys hype things up
Niggas fighting over coke,
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit
Living off that bad shit, that shoot shit
That stab shit rock a flag and don’t give a
Fuck about US flag
Yeah
Clear enough for ya? Yeah right
Yeah
Why niggas look mad?
Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free
Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me
get down
And when you outta town represent your ground
Them niggas bleed just like us so show em where we come from
Queens; leavin niggas done Son
When I was a young boy in brooklyn
Going to public school
During recess in the concrete playground
They lined us up by twos
In alphabetical order,
looked at the lamppost, the pump and the stoop
And again I could picture us kids in a group
There was Shorty, and Yeller and Skinny and Mike
that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die,
like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin'
Well, are you still
day we're gonna try to get along
Yes, we love each other so and that is why
If we don't try now, love might pass us by
We should keep it in
stop us
Cause the only love they'll find is paradise
Paradise yeah
Don't you know that racism has a minimum future kids
Can only lead to no good,
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
be?
But ninety years is nothing to some kids like us
So baby, stick around and tell a story just because
Billy stay a while
Lately, you've been
Brougham ain't sittin' pretty
Doin' doughnuts 'round you suckas like them circles around titties
Damn, we, the committee, gon' burn it down
But us gon'
cold as New York
But life is a bitch out here, word to Too Short
Whack was a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted like it was
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead
[Chorus]
Let 'em outlive me by a hundred years
Let their laughter dry up all their tears
Let 'em love and be loved back like I have been
[Chorus]
here we savages
Survivors and Soldiers
Fuck with one of us we get in ya vains like embolia
On his casket lies a magnolia
Flower for peace
Sun
as the dead man walkin',
But reflections show this kid's still got it
Better be known I got the throne like I don't know that there's a king
Never grew up
a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit's
goers, then they'll die by serving?
Pray for all ya, run for cover, when a disaster is behind us
On the lose like mine and passing others?
Dust, 'cause
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