Lyrics:
I stopped by old man Dolby's store
For cold ones on the way
We bagged 'em up and dropped 'em down
Out back, by our old place
It won't take long
Like DeNiro
Be a teacher, be a role model, be a hero
Get it clear yo, I be rollin with de po-sse
Now do your plan over or get, ran over
I be crusin down
the heavens
Raised arm clenched fist held high above your fucking heads
Believing in a religion left forgotten by the heavens
Living Hypocritical in way you can not relate , almost all that
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
I was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though your gone I'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but I got
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
they told
The whistling ways of my younger days
Too quickly have faded on by
But all of their memories linger on
Like the light in a fading sky
River,
fool, I could see it in your eyes
To come this way was by no means wise"
"Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench
And cover your face or suffer
that raised by your granny, pistols and Now & Laters
Your pops was way too busy, missin' your mom's labor
Grew up just like your daddy
To baggin'
Unyielding Conditioning
Tune out from all that's happening
Nobody deserves empathy
Nobody feels for me
We've all been trained by our worlds
I
she's weakly payin'
I know it's a blessing, that I raised kids cause I got skill
And thank God that gangbang thing didn't bring me hot steel
Now my
kings like me
Raised by the piece to the side of the King
Raised by withered hands
Of woman that praise dance
Raised by the father that the eyes never
of favour
Nickel beach it was all
Gathering by the sundial
I woke hard
I woke heavy
For the half way stop
Five whole hours in
When I woke hard
I woke heavy
Where the devil tried to realter my route
Creator took me by the hand and led the way-ay
To make the story short that's why I'm here today
posse
It's time to step on some motherfuckin' toes
(Nah D!) Man, fuck them hoes
The East Coast ain't playin' our songs
I want to know what
to the youths that are raised in the system
You don't have age on the side
Or any positive role models in their lives that provide insight
So they ain't going
with McDaid
Discussing records we made
And every single second knowing
That we'll never betray
The way we were raised
Remembering our background
raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama
kids in the projects
They wanna be us no father figures
Nothin' that you could teach us
Ghetto streets raised
Is blowin' weed and Black & Milds
And I was raised, with a pistol
Mama told me , told me , told me
Stay out the way
See I was raised by a pistol, a glock 45
My mama, was tryna keep
Miley Cyrus
That's a tear in my eye that I ain't cried
It's some paths to a milli homie, you ain't tried
I count ten by fives, I'm always halfway there
gotta be like that?"
I just look them in the eye
And tell 'em "I was raised by bats!"
When I was young I was feeble
And it stung when they pushed me down
(The moral of that story is
Don't mess around and get yo ass stomped)
[ The Godfather Rock ]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah - yeeaaaah)
Boo-Yaa funkin it up
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