Lyrics:
face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every so-called don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
I would school my little brother
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
a nigga winning you a sucka
Little cuz ill I tried to tell him we're all brothers
He in the party still screaming fuck the suckas
Goin all out I told my
by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just
apart
Oh, I'm amazed by the way
You really make a man wanna change
You give me feelings that I can't explain
You really are the highlight of my day
a pretty gun I get busy with
Playin belly dancing, little fizzy shit
Think the killa nigga want some silly shit
Silly niggas gotta die too, I'm serious
niggaz, there, yo
The older we get, we understand, you might tear
[Chorus: Tiffany Villareal]
[Raekwon]
You keep the little young ones, happy, true
pretty and new
Look at the sky, all blue, all old people with you
Facilities mailing, jail brothers miss you
Wow, it gets crazy when I think about
here
I love my hood, I love my niggaz, there, yo
The older we get, we understand, you might tear
[Chorus w/ ad-libs]
[Raekwon]
You keep the little
even feed myself, I be low
When I realize I'm by myself but I be high
When I'm shopping for expensive clothes
I be high
When I get what I couldn't
at you with them pretty eyes
Left me when I went to prison
Thought I you was a little bigger
But you just like a nigga
Couldn't supply you what you
three and a half minutes
Yeah, I could have sworn there was one more instrument
I think I had my little brother play over it too
But I can't hear it
Yo bro
What's up?
I think I had too much Hennessy, man
I'm fucking with that Effen
This Hennessy getting to me
I ain't gonna lie, I'm a little
low when I realize I'm by myself
But I be high when I'm
Shopping for expensive clothes
I be high when I get what I couldn't before
I be high in the club
used to give me them pretty vibes, now she just give me them penny wise
Always in trouble with police, and when she get caught she the one they identify
I'm out in the country
But I don't know why
'Cause I'm strictly a city loving guy
Just sitting there when a little bird flies my way
Hello B
Me and JB and Sonny
We grew up on the buddy plan
Weren't we some bad mothers
Closer than brothers
Had a rockin' little, three-piece band
Yeah, we
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
the little girls
That say Nicki you pretty
When you come to the city
You don't act high siddity
You be up on the block, posted up in the drop
And everybody get
shit
I judge the devil by his deeds
It's usually connected to the size of his greed
And keep the hope
Even though they'd love to give a nigga like me
people
Of every kind
We need more people
Little ones would be nice
We need more people
That we could trust
We need more people
That maybe look like us
and a little green
She like the finer things
I can tell by the way she move
No good intentions
With what she do
I know, I know, I know
That I ain't the best
Feelin' that my brothers by my side
Everybody tryna hide, I ain't gon' lie
I'm a little too high, and a little too fly
Dude, I'm just gonna die tonight
like this really mess with the flow
Ending up like that isn't a place you should go
One brother capped because of a thing
Another one gone like its all
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