Lyrics:
the street strugglin'
Young dumb and thuggin', give a fuck about nuttin'
Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin
Pumpin' from sundown to sun
"You gon' make it out, you gon' make it out
I promise that
Just keep your faith like Three
Stacks on that player track
" I thought of that
I've been
a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant
"It's about Alice,
shelter from the wind
Oh yeah, I thought I'd have it figured out by now
Shit would be simple, problems would be in the past right now
Me and the homies
in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down
My daddy worked
to a click track
What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turn my eyes
I ran away, right by your side
gettin' they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one
as your body Enters fight or flight
Fading out like the sun in a dark sky
Holding on by the thread of
A high kite
Bearing down noones there
To say it's
massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet
One man ran, trying to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
as a mothafucka
Down Here we got a different kind of hustle
Grind like a mothafucker
Get it from the muscle
Rain sleet and snow ain't but
2 things can touch us
At 3:47, more than one hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition
Were fired into your apartment
Which was about two hundred yards away
A few moments
long
I heard your man locked down now, how long he gone?
Oh dat long
How the hell he get time like that?
Three strikes with possession, aw he ain't
Somewhere in a small town, in a one room tin roof shack
Living life kinda slowed down, 3 miles from the rail road track
Staying close to the river,
all over
Time I wasted, the time I spent
Time I've got to run away
I saw you, yesterday
Running down my track
I saw you just yesterday
I could
have it
Hate chips that go away, lookin like white coke
Sit in the sun long, come back like french toast
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now
blank-eyed by the door
Oh Lord, do you really think I'm able
Well I chose this love completely
When you took away the charm
Set your mind on breaking burdens
Walking down to the river
Walking side by side
I have lost my faith
Where's a fading sun
I believe in my sin
I believe myself
Why so unforgiving
the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around
two-fifty down in Halletsville, 3 dollars, maybe more.
And more than likely they'll be out tonight a-wanderin' from the farms,
Waddlin' down 1291 to keep
have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse
Saw the bullfighter's
bitches better get it right (yeah)
From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass
bus packed)
Black Elvis recordin in the 48 track studio
Madison Square Garden soundcheck to speak direct
Fans in the upper level
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
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