Lyrics:
You ever get to the point where you so frustrated
You ready to give up?
You ready to end it all?
Don't do it dog, word up
I don't care if you
you doing out here tonight?
Do you have any drugs on you tonight?
Where do you live?
Have you been drinking? Smoking?
License and registration?
chain and ask me where is T.I.P
Now dey realize dat kuntry king da man in da streets
It's real mayne cocaine, yea dey finally get a G
[Chorus]
[Verse
I got that Boom Bi BI, so nobody disrespect, Jah love
Give me strength and power flow through my dreads (nuff said)
You all walk with kings, talk
a King but to dem crackas I remain a nigga
I'm a product of a fucked up world, how can you blame a nigga
When the streets so cold and yo only option is
from the too calm streets
Silence is defeat
And our voice is bleak
Waiting for the day our eyes meet
Every hour gone by is a sacrifice to our own lives
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
Baba o, baba 70
Ah, e be you be this?
Ah, I just see that your set finish
Baba make baba make we word abeg, eh?
Make I just update you small
Wetin
come
Where Mr cosby and Ms winfrey won't come
Unless it's a hurricane then FEMA don't come
Coming live from the city where
The Dreamer came from
Standing
is where I reside and I keeps it live
I'ma get mine, on a daily basis, dead presidents is what I'm chasing
I don't give a fuck if time is what I'm
address and they know where you sleep
A craft that's pushed by passion and mental strength
3rd eye glowing as I dwell in the realm as my true self awakes
on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
I burn through
later,
Another fifty to seventy five rounds
Were fired in the street
And you're gonna stand here
And tell me you didn't see a god damn thing?
I
Ano Rvssian, but e Russian
This a street a make me tuffer
Yow shorty swing cross e lita deh
Swing cross e hash tray to
Tha Riddim a bad you f”k
Understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things
Hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks
Where my band
(termite)
Cause they be buggin' galore
But there's a difference between
Us brother man i'm from the motherland
Where the streets thuggin' for war
And these
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
your model
OV!
Psalms 100 n forty four
He prepared my hands for War
Swing this double edge nuttin like Thor
Get down 2 or more
U ever been E R
Back
progression
The 'burbs and the streets, the beauty and the beast
Just wanna live in peace
Take me to a time where we don't have to fight
Take me to a time
progression
The 'burbs and the streets, the beauty and the beast
Just wanna live in peace
Take me to a time where we don't have to fight
Take me to a time
the wood wheeling
Candy do's glassy 4's
Sitting up under the hood bending
You know how we live it
Swangas under the hood spinning
You could look at my five
graveyard
You can die in the street, man
As a wannabe Braveheart
In these churches where religion
Is a real disease
So much distraction, division, man
in my mama yard, sittin' on E's
I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee
Just know what's free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't
Walk the plank in
Deep and stormy seas
You playing with a king
Please homey
Don't you doubt me
I'll make you Kiss Da Ring
Cause you don't really
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