Lyrics:
[Master P]
Air Jordan ain't no motherfuckin hero G
My heroes is niggas in the ghetto that slang D
That right on chrome and triple gold and pimp hoes
hero to dinero just wanna save the paper
Bloke you don't want smoke bro you'd choke if I gave you vapor
Not all heroes wear capes I save your bae
judgement
Tried by jury of my peers but where the judge went?
What will my legacy be?
Who will my enemy be?
In due time as I write this rhyme
I don't
standin on the God damn sideline
I'm loadin my nine, 'cause I got a lotta grudges
I'm bout to take out the judges
Willie D won't shit cha but hit cha
on the ground
And stomp a mind about ten times
Sure we was just kids back then
I had no remorse for what we did back then
Six of us, one call, we'd all pack
And I wasn't gonna let this happen one more time
[Chorus]
My mother would stand for me
Every step of the way
She did not judge me
She told me I'd
get 10 more
But just like a g I remained calm
No witnesses a few more weeks I'll be going home
But as the fucking police car drove off g
I
[Intro: sample]
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Ain't I clean? That machine, super cool, super
the power
B-Real love to kill, eliminatin' the cops
Think I'll jump on a plane
And take a flight out to the Red Light
And smuggle ten pounds of weed
Yeh
And you know they say
You can never judge a book by its cover
Yuh know
You can never really see
What's inside a person
You only see what's
d
Bo nic nie jest takim
Jakim się wydaje
So don't judge the book
By its cover (polska a, polska b, polska a b c i d)
Bo nic nie jest takim
Jakim się
Damn, when I met her she was molly'd up
Fuck it, I said "Whatever" cause I'm not a judge
No, all my niggas say she's not what's up
Uh, I considered it
When bad men roll tight, it's actual true
Like a pack of Big Bambú, with natural glue
Who grip necks of Becks next to triple X?
He just came in 4D
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
Tryin' to tell it to the judge
Hook 2x:
Coming up in this game
Was a bogus generation
Living life just to bang
Just to slang's my occupation
Tryin'
When bad men roll tight, it's actual true
Like a pack of Big Bambú, with natural glue
Who grip necks of Becks next to triple X?
He just came in 4D
love profound (pretty girls are misleading)
Lesson learned don't judge a book by looking at the cover, you know
[Chorus]
My life my time and my
were leaving him by himself
And ten years would pass before Mom sees anybody else
Just us, in middle school I ain't understand
Who Melissa was and why
Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed
By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes
He'd best behave, or I`ma send him a wave
Of some
givings
And we'd like to build him up but we love to see him fall
Finally taken down by your hooker by the jaw
[Chorus]
I said you gotta set him free
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
spirits by the court
Yes I impressed all the judges
The first smoke I rolled was a dud
The second I rolled was a dud
With the third it occurred
That
big singles and great features
To pass by all the doors and gatekeepers
Durban just took SA rap to the East Coast
I can't wait til it's back in the Cape
nigga
Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low
Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show
Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's"
I floss
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