Lyrics:
Niggas, Cambodians
Or go against the police
Thugged Out like Napolean
Grab the milli, from my belly, catch new welly
Slugs in your Pelle Pelle, smell me
[Featuring 2Pac]
2Pac:
Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga, whatever you
niggas want. We bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga.
make me
Take chances again if they under estimate me
Say your Prayers count your blessings
Grab your weapon grip it tight
Cause tonight I sport my put
of those times.
Give a prayer tonight for the farmer.
Give a word of thanks for their labor.
Standing by the auction man.
Taking bids on her land.
Grandma
Stands By Me Thank You)
Response: Oniduro Mi E Seun O
(The One Who Stands By Me Thank You)
Mo Wo Ibi To Ti Bere,
(I Looked At Where I Started From)
Mo
E Seun O
(The One Who Stands By Me Thank You)
Mo Wo Ibi To Ti Bere,
(I Looked At Where I Started From)
Mo Wo Ibi To Ba De,
(I Looked At Where I
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
As The People Turn To Pray.
From The Mountains To The Valleys
Hear Our Praises Rise To You,
From The Heavens To The Nations
Hear
she had found where the chimneys of steam emanate from the gutter in a dive bar where the hungry all stew It is here that the brilliant blasphemers are
will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up, I got my Cuban mami cooking up
We got it all from her-on to fishscale
New York to Israel, get locked
I'm gettin'
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
[Rakim]
Yeah, it's the god Rakim
Word up, I'm blazin this out to all my comrades
Ya know what I mean? From the gslums of New York, to the gutters
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
I'm from wear they rock ski masks
And nobody rides skis
Every time I spit a verse my city like preach
the ducks, mane
The stash spot tucked, mane
A hundred packs stacked inside
My Cadillac truck, mane
It came from cross the border
I bring 'em cross the state
I need to do my share
Could you please take them under wing
Watch over them especially
Keeping them safe from everything
This is a mother's prayer
I
The most anticipated
It's been worth the wait it's 2007
Start of a new era movement, let's go
So damn dedicated (100 percent)
My work rate
4 doors and 24's
But where I'm from thats what we live for, the ghetto so
[hook 1:]
If you're livin in the ghetto and your feelin me
Let me hear
well
And there we are again when nobody had to know
You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath
Sacred prayer and we'd swear
To remember it
can't afford a lose
Like a fashion show by the corner stores
This New York
Loud society five boroughs
New York State of mind
We just keeping it wild
a fashion show by the corner stores
This New York
Loud society five boroughs
New York State of mind
We just keeping it wild thorough
The fast life took a hold
Jackson
They wanna be starting something
Yeah I come from the jungle
You wanna know ask my mama
Ask my mama we was raised in the ghetto
Niggas knowing how
from the ceiling
She the brightest in the room
Give ya life a new meaning
'Ye had it right
These 808s alleviate the heartbreaks
These days, I'm rerouted
Come through rockin a Rollie, better have it ensured
This New Yorkers will stab a millionaire til he bleed riches
Cop work from uptown niggas, fuck
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
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