Lyrics:
and ignorance, now what will it take
to break the motherfuckin' cycle, get the people away?
That's why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
Rambo (what up, nigga?)
If a nigga eager to scramble, I'm squeezin' this hammer (uh-huh)
Givin' you jewels, appreciate everything that I hand you
I
Feel like a painting in the rain
Fading away as time goes by
All that's left will be a stain
Losing myself for our last try
Too close to the sun
CHRISTMAS IN IRELAND
Written and produced by Dermot McQuaid
Battered by sleet on a cold city street
On a night never meant for a roam
The choir
out the place)
I was with the same guys in these streets
Then we went and got a base (went and got a base)
Bitch, what's a sample? That's a no-no
the city streets
The child's mind, haunted by the echoes of their screams
The boy cried but no one knew his name
His father's sword all that remained
fills me
I will tear it down brick by brick if it kills me
It's been one too many times
One too many lies
I've seen it all through my eyes
I got some
only making it worse
I be feeling like we're cursed when will it all cease
He had his hands up, they shot him dead in the street
Asked that little boy
master plan
Mo thugs my mighty clan I'm rowdy by nature
Fellow G bring it in S.C.T
My city falling get that G falling in
Plead Carli kick it with
on the streets you don't hear a peep
Nigga it's a goddamn shame, somebody explain
Why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game
Tear that ass out
unloaded
I don't think you
I don't think you understand
That my thoughts are lethal
They will leave you in the sand
Because when I think it
It tends
Trap like, if you don't get that, the bitch will get slapped
Bitch I pop up, get this proper, same things I got shut up
I won't be stopped, by the way
"Where's he now?" the city cries
Underneath these sprawling skies
We hold his wisdom as our prize
Carry on, his spirit never dies
No more laughs from
joking
If I'm N9ne I keep that pistol smoking
By design to find your prime time if their eyes open
Sign of the times ain't dependent on the rhymes
not bigger than me fuck minimum Ps
I wanna be living in the heat
With women that are freaks
I'm sick in the streets sick in the beef
And not one of my
to wake up shawty and figure out
That you’ve been the one that’s sliming in the streets
(Written & Produced by: Daniel Wilson)
Jane Foster that's my mother
I appreciate you baby cause you never raised a buster
Youngest from the city real grind with some muscle
Shout out to my
building with OG's to askin me
Do we know the code of the streets
Walkin the beat
In the hood where it's all good
A Tear For The Ghetto
They don't wanna be
maintain, I drained every brain
To leave a stain plain to remain in my lane
Or path or road, until the next episode
That the B-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y explode
life?"
Gotta stand ten toes at all times
Life's a gamble so I gotta roll the dice
Niggas plottin' gotta keep on by my side
Switch blade chop him up that's
the Simcoe street where the hot where the block really be hot b
And went to the place that the Lord prepared for me
And I started writing again on that street
In an old city bar
That's never too far
From the places that gather
The dreams that have been
In the safety of night
With it's old neon light
get the drop then we tear it up, flair it up
I count those 100s and 50s and semis Brodie done crept with em 50s
I'm from the city of gritty no pitty we
on the streets
And the tears that we will weep today
Will all be washed away
By the tears that we will weep
Will weep again tomorrow
Papa won't leave you,
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