Lyrics:
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl,
in fear
Crashin through the door of that WHORE
Bringin a end to this gold chain WAR
What you saw KRS One is now seeing
Another fly human being
The lost MC's which way to go
So here's my rep, to those that slept
And didn't get the first concept in depth
I am the manifestation of study
the persons I have raised
I guess I'm saying that to say that opportunity
But they just don't equate to all the time they take away
From the kids all the shit I
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
(quick)
Strictly raised by pimpin', not by simpin', show no sympathy
If they hate you for being you, they not secure in they identity (damn)
Me, myself,
again, don't you hate 'I'm?
A thin line between darkness and sunshine
Five Percenters that was raised on swine
Known to be wise, and you wise
woulda back-talked, never raised a hand
I would never want you to think, that this shit was planned
I woulda let you go, but I didn't think you'd
raised you, bitch
Birdman got an army, Birdman got a navy
And Cash Money can't save you
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin'
Who got the deepest murder clique, that's some would sick.
This game is way past wicked. Still I commence to kick it.
West side niggers stackin'
fool to me
Go get a job or maybe go and learn a trade
And make the grade, that's how you get paid
Steady's on the cut and Action is the posse
Open
should the verses I have laid
Be more important to me than the persons I have raised
I guess I'm saying that to say that opportunity
But they just don't
you hide and that ho verified it
I told my homie, "I know where to find him"
He said, "You late, we already got him"
And by the way, it was an honor
Born in a log cabin in the back woods
The back woods of Mississippi
She drank moonshine, chewed tobacco
Raised 13 children all by herself
Never
Ran down on that bitch twice
Ran down on that bitch twice
You know me I be with whatever
If a bitch beef with me we gon' beef foreva
Ran down
possessed with the heart of a warrior
Spawned and raised in southern killer california
I got that bubble gum, yeah I got that jd
But jd only make a nigga
the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't fall
My teacher told me I would
flavorful, bags of licorice
The drop, the rock, the watch, the necklace
There's no forgettin' this, the way that I'm reppin' this
My bodyguard's big but do
used to watch my uncles hang out by the fence
'Till my uncle hit the Fence, and ended up in the Feds
Crockpot in the summer, raised by a single mother
A quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me
Fall on my knees to no nigga
Trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
Never had a pops, a nigga learned
charges, lawyers makin' a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile,
To spark your mission posse, til way past dark
(Don't park there's no standin') or I'll play the five-oh
You don't stop movin' until the Serch says so
are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was
that comes in this world
The world's full of hate discrimination and sin
People judgin' other people by the color of skin
I'll attack this matter, in
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