Lyrics:
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I hate those train tracks
Life got hard, but we just came harder
Spent some time in the gutter by the rain water
A lost soul, I was born
keep it gangsta
(chorus) {:14}
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}
Cause that was the slogan showing, when they tried to see my tats
Never knew what was in the skin, would finally be a fact
Feeling like mother nature's,
steps."
I was beat but I played him one more
Then I was headed out towards the door
And he handshake and hand me a hundred dollar bills
Said, "By the way,
God, oh my God, oh my God
There's a million MCs that claim they want some
But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave,
HANGING AROUND DOWN ON SOMETHING TO DO STREET
I'M LIKE THE FIRST DOLLAR BILL THAT THEY FRAME
WATCHING MEDIA COVERAGE OF MEDIA COVERAGE
OF SOME KID
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
getting pulled and dragged by you
It was a rainy day vigil for some mothers boy
Killed by pigs just for driving his new toy
It's an Easter shrine for
fuck the cynicism
I'm quick to give y'all niggas constructive criticism
Like, "Wait, you basically suck," his mother said, "My son wanna rhyme"
I'm
her
I got a daughter and a son
Before he say 'daddy', little nigga might say 'gun'
I sit back, I blow a kiss to my mother
Even though she old, the nigga
and your pops
For your family and your peoples on the block
Children are here robbin' one another
Mother, father, sister, brother, daughter, son
Doesn't
these n
CDelores Tucker
You is a mother f instead of
Tryin' to help a n
You destroy a brother worse than others
Bill Clinton, Muster Bob Dole
You're too
I'm not wit none of that
Standin' around lookin' cool and shit
I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfuckin' fun
You
lyrics, like a acrobat
And avoid combat like a diplomat
But when it's time for back lash, jacked or killed
It's a thrill to drill a run of the mill Bill
years, 30 years, 50 years
In the cell feeling drunk like you drunk 80 bills
Homicide though
Genocide when I ride
When we die
Only God knows where
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INTRO CHORUS: VISIONZ, Roberts
to kiss the air
But the baby burned like bitumen inside her
That inhuman son of a bitch never even called her
The doctor said, 'It'll be some kind
they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
I'm off to slave quarters
With a whole bunch of other people's sons and daughters
Working so they can be mothers and fathers
Laboring real hard,
had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired,
and kissed my mother
And I told her that I'd be back someday
(chorus)
Life goes by so damn quickly for me
Wanna have some fun
your big ass mouth out
In fact, here's some listerene, go swish that 'round
Ay listen up, I've been in the dumps, son
I've been in my head so much, I
today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
Woman: Come on honey, wake up
Woman: You said you's gonna get a job today
Man: yawn
Woman: Come on, we got bills to pay
Woman: I'm tired of this, no
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