Lyrics:
Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em
But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses
We in the same
with no patience
We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing
The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation
We are
your window
He doesn't have to know
We can talk a while, baby
We can take it nice and slow
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame
All your
f***ing name
I'm on my 10th life
And I got to tell you
About the view
I've been watching from from heavens
Smoking reefer w the heathens
Now we sipping
IN PEACE
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
My cousin died last year
And I still can't let go
I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood
Why thank you
(pick up jack please don't eat that glass my friend)
(Have you heard, about dear Blanche?)
(Got run down by an avalanche) No!
(oh
catch me, AK
Bullets spray like jet skis, ha ha
Yeah, niggas bangin' Mini Mob and
Niggas bangin' 7th Street
Where we come from, we dumb dumb
We murder
that's ok, I'll come by and get you. Lets say around..."
[She hangs up phone]
Richie: "Come on.."
[Phone rings]
Richie: "Hey."
Samantha: "Sorry. I guess he
-nine-six
Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine
Ayy
Since I had some space to myself
I typed some shit, then I erased what I felt
That talk we had the other day didn't
Ant Banks, I met this girl
(What?)
This little light-skinned girl from 90th and Bancroft
Little sexy, light-skinned, freaky little broad, man
I got
made in heaven
You're all in one
You're comfort, you're joy
A shoulder to cry on
You've got a million ways
To make me love you 24/7
You're made in
us hustlers
Bagged that weed and butter up
Then got it to the customers
Yea
Now let′s talk about the laws
Money over broads
Loyalty and honor over all
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
bittersweet
Yeah, money talks, broke niggas talk louder (yeah)
That's why they face so sour (yeah)
Ain't shit sweet, ask Suga Free (ayy, Suga Free)
Still
you hater criticize
So captivated by your phony lies
You shoot your best shot at my demise
Shocked at the way that I bounce back up and rise
24/7
your morals empty
And showed you there's no way to be
Way to be, way to, way to be
We on that 34th & 7th, commercial beings heaven
A million lost souls
shape,
The only thing missin' on my dick is a cape,
Let's get togetha, honey, ya never know what's next,
And I'ma talk like sex,
Rated XXX
that's no cost
DO double G, LBCizzne'
I guess this will be the death of me
And if it do so, then let my lungs lay
Cause I'm in heaven blowing seven's of OG
come out, I can wake up a small town
Finish off the block then I make my mall rounds
Stares get exchanged then the 5th come out
The tough guy
tired of the trenches
Im just Sayin
Im just sayin
Im just sayin
Im just sayin
Only on the westside of heaven
Can you find 107th
Take a right if you
Let's do it
[Intro: Juelz Santana Intro]
Okay (Jazze)
We in the motherfucking building (Dip Set bitch)
I heard my man T.I. is the motherfucking
come out, I can wake up a small town
Finish off the block then I make my mall rounds
Stares get exchanged then the 5th come out
The tough guy
the slang dictionary
I swear by Peter, Paul & Mary
I'll use it"
"Furthermore," said the rebel
"I won't let the issue pass
The whole student body's
farm and seven hungry mouths to feed
And yet and somehow our homefire never flickered once
Cause when all the things went wrong
Mama took the hymn
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