Lyrics:
[T.I.]
Our father, who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth, as it is in heaven
Give us this day, our
I ain't goin' in the club, 'less I got the tool on
Goin' against the gang, that's the way you get shoot on
Code red, I don't give a fuck who I knew
live what they rap
Them boys ain't been in no trap
Them niggas don't know about this
Them boys don't know about that
Ay, you don't know bout it
You don't
don’t know it get this ugly
Mama tired of hospitals, I could never blame her
It was just us two at 4am I know it drained her
Doctors asking “admit?
I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the angered face
Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
I paved the way, 'cause they ain't get
They don't care about
You and me
Obviously
No not us
We're the mountain people
So far away from those
Tree lined streets
Look so neat
Not
air
Right here, don't fight fair, what I write, yeah
Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair
I been where you tryna be, I'm already
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
Fuck President (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down
I had two Jags, but I lost
ya life
Y'all heard about the smash-&-grabs
So watch where you put the map on the dash
Cause they might end up clapping ya ass
Why you think
up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging
She ain't low about her head
She don't give a fuck about nothing
loved (Lord)
But is it real love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that been built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew
the safe, but they don't do jay
But anyway, it's another day, another dollar to earn, more weed
to burn
I learn, muthaf**kas are jealous
Listenin to what they
motherfucker
Ran it up and now I'm richer than a motherfucker
And I'm glistenin' like a motherfucker
I say fuck 'em all, 'cause they don't got no love for us
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hustlas, ballers, players
Yeah, uh
The father figure
It don't stop, it don't stop
Uh, it don't stop
One love, one love
[j.t. the bigga figga]
I was
Takin' out the excess mess yes let's it poppin' y'all,
Am I fazed by em not at all,
Cause haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock n balls,
up)
III, II shut ‘em up (Shut ‘em up)
Baby, don’t mad just shut ‘em up
I don’t worry about a hater
‘Cause I shut ‘em up
Listen up, I’ma show you how
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack
He get to the BACJ of the fuckin' line
And you know another motherfuckin' thing?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink
in this
in jail
I kick it to ya give it to ya for real
Cuz I know y'all dealin with
The reals every day and
To get killed ain't nothin to laugh about
But some
city everyday
You hear these people scream my name
They think I'm underage
They don't know shit about the game
Till I'm drunk as fuck, on the couch,
gotta give you love, 'cause you gave it God and life
[Chorus w/ ad-libs]
[Raekwon]
Who ever said you ain't do right by me, they frontin', yo
They
This be a message to the ghetto when will this shit stop
We lost 2 ill niggaz BIG and 2Pac
This goes to all of us so peep the session from your nigga
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