Lyrics:
a sinking ship
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Take me in
Throw me out
Put me up
Let me down
Dark, satanic
Run-of-the-mill
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl,
on the plain
They own the milk and runny honey
And they're not quite the same
Because
They don't care about
You and me
Obviously
Hand-me-down
Culture
[E.D.I Amin]
I speak
For all my n****z livin` in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It`s goin` be alright, it`s goin` be alright
[2Pac +
Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block, two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains
D-Roc, Kaine, DJ Smurf, we bring it straight pimping
(Fuck that one on one!), put the pistol down on they brain
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun
culture
Like a vulture I swoop down on crowns, cause confusion all around
Mental burdens I bring to MC's who sing
They sad songs, money, the dough's not
the boy, but I was never let down
She was choppin' up the pounds, so I learned how to double up on an ounce
Fuckin' kids these days (Days)
Y'all got some
after 'round like a gun
Doing all that freaky shit to me
I love the way you put it down babe
I'd like it, when I'm in and out and you making them
rest at
In the buildin' hustlin' and they don't be strapped
Supreme and Black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
Find a bag to put the guns in and come
the culture
Leave rappers with careers and they faith over
It's a war goin' on, you can't fake bein' a soldier
In the basement listenin' to tapes
Burn this motherfucker down to the root
Put my hands in the air and they still fucking shoot
They say I'm emo, we're surrounded by a culture of death
and the prophets agreed, ya heed
Dust to dust, herbs yieldin seeds of
creation of cultures to street sound
You get run around but I run the booty down
No master
Skywalker my tongue is the saber
Put down the mic step off the stage and do us all a favor
If you don't we bout to show you how you gon' meet ya maker
You
you by my side
I see the smoke piling up in the rear view mirror
Yeah but I ain't ever seen it any clearer
If the house burns down tonight
I got
would hunt down all their racist kind
Put a gun against their skin and brains
And finally blow their mind
But you'd just starе at me
You could never care
Fuck niggas, spark the weed up
Shit been watered down, the rap game they need us
Real niggas to intervene, they interject
Got a bitch naked, got
There's a piece of culture left behind
It's down in the street
It's a feeling intricately designed
And played to a beat
Can't believe the people long
crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
can park or not
'Cause I circle like vultures, la costa nostra
What's yo name, what's yo number and ya culture
You need nuts in yo face like a poster
little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin'
name, what's yo number and ya culture
You need nuts in yo face like a poster
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down
Ay yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you playin' with?
Double R, G-Unit, the same ol' shit (what)
Put
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