Lyrics:
made us
Raised us up brick by brick
Built us tough, skin is thick
Say what you want
You’re gonna love us or hate us
But that’s the way this town made
I revive by recalling that scene
And names like belmonte, Dominguin, and Manolete
If I live to a hundred and eight-e
I shall never forget what they
a blade
That hit you off me, so
I was raised up to show no fear
Cowardly hearts'll never last long here
If you ain't man enough to make s*** clear
should've listened to the Large Professor
And hit the back door cause I
Was raised by my Momma
And my Nanna that I'd never hit
A women to the floor
Cause
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
the people respond for
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If you want to get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it
longer lead by the ways of men
He looked for the kingdom deep within
That's when the drums in his head began to pound
Don't let nobody bring you down
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
Basedheads coming through looking for the plug
Now, born and raised in my area
Beautiful by day, by night its hysteria
Fuck around and bury ya tonight
Ridin'
A Superstar
You journeyed far
And earned your scars
Yes you show that you are
A Superstar
You raised the bar
To be the best by far
Adolescent days
Went astray
lungs
The streets was requesting some original LL
A soundtrack for niggas that was raised in {hell}
They looking for a leader that can guide 'em
It's all so temporary
Life's work, don't play that way
Life's more than cash and carry
All your guns, to your grave
Is it too much to carry?
Is
the days that weave through the maze
The seasons so amazing
Feed them and raised them
Seasons are aging
Earthquakes, wars, and rumors
I want us to get
that makes the wig-wack
Buy her back, buy a cat, I got scratched in a day to kidnap
And at night I was back and the Jeep got attacked by a gang that
blood
It's in the way I talk and the way I pray
The way I walk down the path I take
No, there ain't nobody taking that away from me, from me
Yeah,
I was raised in a country way, the way that it used to be
We work hard all damn day, a little sweat never bothered me
We play hard and we pray even
wanna go Chanel, I took that bitch to Payless (I took that bitch to Payless)
Got ran through by the team, that pussy outdated, ayy (that pussy out
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
only please be on our way, I will not run."
That's when things got out of control
She didn't want to, he had his way
She said, "let's go"
He said,
the barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line
only please be on our way, I will not run"
That's when things got out of control
She didn't want to, he had his way
She said, "let's go"
He said,
way (that way)
There'd be so much more love and unity
Daughters would be close to they mothers
Sons would be raised by their fathers today (day)
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
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