Lyrics:
your daughter
Get on the block and go hustler harder
So these l niggas get raise by the streets
Not for the fame cuz they needed to eat
I pick up
at the end of our pain, it's insane
and we won't need a therapist for that
We won't always be broken, but we'll always be black
Sometimes, I feel more broken
breathe is smoke clouds
Faded all I feel is toned down
This all I needed, needed
[Verse 2]
Up so high I should be pissin’ in a dixie cup
Run that quick
See wearing this or that can be something you claim
You put in all in one thing and be described as your name
Again the do's and don'ts
Make sure you
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
Balenciaga shoes
.45 by the Ferragamo,
I got tired of folks taking shit from me
I was trying keep my nose clean it got runny
Seem that I needed that shit for
picked by snakes to shift
c way we're used to bleed by life, that peace
That's peace across the street
Does it get any blue with deepness around streams?
we done been through it all
You the one that I need
You got me thinkin it's fall
How you pack up and leave
I tried to leave it alone
Now you back
wanna wifie
Touching on her body
Now she taking of my white-T
Taking of my nikes
Take it to the room
Make that bed rock nicely
We gone make a film
Like my
thought we could run the globe
But y'all punching the missile code
All that machismo's old boy, it got to go
We need to unify it really so these seeds can
people are not free, we wanna touch that fag
So quick to try to copyright what came for free
Now they blaming me, and it's plain to see
That they mad
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
was pray-pray
Like a rib that never heals
Girl, you actin' like Sha-nae-nae
Spillin' coke all over the womens' bathroom
Like that bitch needed moppin'
kid said simple and plain
Let's battle - it kinda took me by surprise
Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize
I said screw it, I ain't got
Fuck that, fuck that, Ill do it all by myself
Fuck that, fuck that, I never needed your help
Fuck that, fuck that, Ill do it all by myself
Fuck that
on the cameras (what the fuck?)
Lucky we ain't squeeze off the weapons
Part of a short film that P was directin'
Yeah, we needed to get it without rushin'
But we can have a run off, the House of Pain'll come off
We got the cake that you're tryin to get a crumb off
The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz
No one
Heaven knows
That I love you
There we go, y'all
Hey, now this is set to move
And if y'all don't know how to do it
This how it's done, y'all
Mm, mm, mm
Surrounded by the people that I'm with
All the bad shawties that have come through
Ugh
Top floor now but we built this in the basement
Testament to just how
though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin'
Throwin' it up like liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't hear nuttin'?
Who that, Mac?
Nah
got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
Who
though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin'
Throwin' it up like liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't hear nuttin'?
Who that, Mac?
Nah
discriminate on asshole and pussy's the same
I fuck the gangsta bitches, preppy hoes, and all the plain jane's
It don't matter if you're black, white, red,
never feel right in a tie and suit
501s and a plain white tee
I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD
That's just life growin' up in south central
I been
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