Lyrics:
alone in this big dark place
Nothing could remove the smile from his face
When he arrived, everyone was in suits
Sammy stood there in tatty jeans
discontent
You whole look at me like a ship’s command
Would have once engaged but
I have since repent
And I’m just living my life stride by
Stride I rock
From the underground came a brand new sound
But I guess I must have brought it to the wrong town
'Cause I was treated like a stupid day dreamer
By
in a fixed race
Either which way, whoever you pick payed off by the rich motherfuckers in a big way
Gridlock on the government of this day,
Power in the hands, the hands of the few
Their laws don't represent me, and they don't
Represent you
A couple of rich men with a hidden plan
Who
got a girl".That's all right
[Verse: MadChild]
What up ma, you want to hang with a rock star
Hop into my truck get stopped by a cop car (woop, woop)
wanted
But do you truly know why these men are being hunted?
It's a big brother state it's the same as the East
The cops protect the rich
It was a rough night,
Turned into years in an unknown land.
Jut a grudge fight,
Cooked up by the D.C. suits on hand.
We had a hard time,
But we
(One big room full of bad bitches)
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even
You can see the lies in those real big eyes
Got the finger tattooed on her inner thigh
She?ll tell you to jump, she?ll make ya say ?how high?
I
grammar, you might catch us in Atlanta
We get around like Sel Antanas
Got rich niggas can't stand us, payin' the banners
And black ballers, we set up
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
Take a walk through my hood
And everything seems to be a-o.k
See my niggas on the block still hustling
Living life, day by day
Don't get mad at us, just
Listen, I wouldn't give a fuck if I get Ross Perot rich
You'll never catch me slipping, that's on the one, nigga
I keep shit tight 'cause I'm a solid
Tray flow en fuego
Its T. Lee spittin' and I'm down with the Queen
[Queen Pen]
Radio play just really advances my chances
With big time niggas
straight lucky I been rappin
But even when I get rich I'm still gon' trap men
Addicted to the thrill of the hunt and big action
I don't bungee jump
survival and revenge
Big success in easy fight, hunt them back into their trench
Captured by their strongest ship, traitor's words send us to death
Death
motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal,
the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like
you don't have some
Then you can't get none understand now son?
I mean sick man kids with no sense usually get rich
That's why me crew Trouble
Braintax:
We lost touch, wish I didn't think so much
What we had's now faded way beyond my clutch
Drifted off with the wind, warm breeze through big
I told them by myself that I don't fear nobody
I still got opps that want me bodied, but them man are still living in a cell
And if I have to go
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
up start-up money so my niggaz can eat
Supply the hustlers with more crack
Sent niggaz outta town with pounds of the piff
Told 'em get rich
Stack that
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