Lyrics:
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Still struggling on, by herself
Got a picture of Jimmy
There on the shelf
And she looks at him and says
Why did we let it go
I know that
the good stop
But don't sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks
An lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed
Gone acid washed jeans T-shirt
and the thunder
By the time that you realized that it's goin' down
You may find yourself going underground
When they see that this life is upon us
We would see
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, you dynamic wingspan
The Power from
we're growin'
Sure not gon' fix what ain't broken
What if there's a time and place that we could go to be by ourselves?
Be all the ways that we feel
moon in the beginnin' of March
'Bout the end of Winter '74
The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin' and spinnin' women
Cats with big hats slammin'
On video to six foot shorty too my nigga
and yeah we headed up town nigga
blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga
and yeah ridin big is my crown
and we are not sleep
Blood on your hands, blood on our streets
Oh, our tears in the night, another stolen life
'Cause color is all you see
Tell me, is
gangsta boo trouble bankroll lil keed
Pnb rock dmx big pokey mo3 and doe b
Shawty lo nipsey hussle takeoff big scar og d
Pop smoke snootie wild Draco big
open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tourin'
Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
Cop Ferrari's with navigational screens
Guide us
got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame
The homie got popped six times needs surgery
Hit my cigar holdin
shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
[Big Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family
Pearl
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tour in
Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
Cop Ferraris with navigational screens
Guide us
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
dance hokey pokey
We sendin him up just like he a bogey
If I step out that field I'm doing fatalities
No cares in the world so you can be mad at me
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
niggas out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than
You know Young Rich Niggas
You know so we ain't really never had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though
(If Young Metro don't trust
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big
the discos go]
You lose control, '
'cause now we got that rockin' beat it's in our soul
Oooowwwww
Rock and roll is back again,
[rock and roll is back]
your Glock burst
They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by
a tree
But nothin' ain't pretty in this cutthroat city
We fightin' for equality, we not fightin' for your pity
We fightin' for your right to life,
the flowers
Complementary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours
On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The World Is Yours written
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