Lyrics:
they're chasing.
Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution.
With compromise sway we give in half way
When we saw that rebellion was growing.
Now
don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going
[Ja Rule]
Real
I never had a father figure
I was raised by the thugs
And the drug dealers
- That's why I love niggas!
Until they place me in my casket
Guess I'll be
wifey nigga
So when you flip that coke
Remember them days you was dead broke
But now your style and I raised you
Basically made you into a don
So the song says that
Mountains are still being moved
Strongholds are still being loosed
God, we believe; 'cause yes, we can see it
That wonders
teach
I was raised by N.W.A and stayed CA
All day, same story difference brief case
I'm nonchalant to others peddling weight
I got a purpose
so coy
And leave no choice but to destroy
Government tricks and what they say
It's all that try to cross my way get down
What you gone do, Chuck?
the lanes one thing on my
Mind and thats gettin the chain
My pops taught me well no
Way you can't prevail
If you got product and a plan
Then you can make it
paths with my clique and get vic
I'm on some bullshit that's how I was raised G
Slept at the stage have you slippin' down blazin'
In pools of alcohol walk
front porch
And I like the way he leaves 'em sittin' by the screen door
That's how I know that he's home and he's all mine
Oh, he's why
Girls like
Before we flood this shit that'll go through your whole town
Motherfuckers know we makin' y'all drown
I dare y'all
I was born in the ghetto, raised in
on the run
I'm gon' need a posse
I be on the hunt
Going on that fue
Blow by like olé yeah
Slide in. Ima skate yeah
Turn out we been great yeah
Going through
say what comes around and go around
And when you least expect the ish be goin' down
Gotta' get it how I live, that's how the streets raised me
posse
'Cause, I (I, I, I)
Always wonder when
You'll quit the crew
And be somebody
Two years
I sat up waiting by the telephone
So afraid that
you remember I bought you twice
Now I'm thirty plus and still paying the price
Had a sister that I barely knew
Kind of got separated by the age
layers of thorns and nails
Hell's probably gonna be raised
By the time I'm done with this verse
Literally and metaphorically
Well like a bitch
the mix and all that shit)
Knamsayin, word up (Make it make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight?
(Yeah, hook it up,
if a nigga violate you, I'ma black
Be cautious, was raised by teachers that was flawless
We 'bout to make 'em nauseous, forget about the flaws, you
address y'all this time
Make a statement that's on my mind
Brothers scared of revolution should be
thinkin of the way that we could be
Miss blue eyes, how'd
I stay spittin' the real
Because the real ones relate
Y'all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go 'head and hate
Four car garage for
for a single second stand the way I feel
I always knew, I always saw it coming
Enveloped now, encased by my worst fear
I've never felt the nausea
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
was neck deep in that vacuum
Suffocated by the way she felt was it likewise nigga doubt that
There were times where I should’ve bounced back temporary
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Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again
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