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the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now ghetto scripture
Lookin' back at it, blow jobs from pretty crack addicts
Older Gods wantin' no static, told
main bitch wanna do me?
Face shots - we call it Call of Duty
K-Dot now bitch give me two feet
Made my bitch come give me two G's
Raised by wolves and we
the corner, baby
Ours for the taking
Yo
I've seen child blossom to man
Some withered and turned to murderers
Led astray by the liars, death glorifiers
the King from Queens ?, Long Island
Hempstead too to your head, you stop wildin'
Look at me now, ? up
I turned out to be a Legend in my own time
They
where owls know my eyes
Violet skies
Touch my island
Touch me
Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace
Islands join hands 'neath heaven's sea
that old man for that pussy? Girl, don't hurt me
Iced out all my scammer hoes, boost all your insurance up
Iced out all my ghetto hoes who turned
One niggas down, two niggas run it
Call me snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Here come the paramedics
It goes one for the money, two for
niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over
choose cause you already chose
Grown for the business and I run to flow
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you
this'll be the year that we won't forget
1-9-9-9, Anno Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin'
spent a trinity
I just bought me a TEC-9 with a lemon squeeze
I ball like I'm in the NBA
Yeah, yeah, the Draco on me, that's for my enemies, yeah
this money nowadays so I can't worry
Breathe in, breathe out, so a bitch can't serve me
Size twenty-nine my jeans but my clip is a thirty
No, I will
How do I survive each day
Livin' ghetto life
Twist me up a fat ass J
And livin' indo high
How do I survive each day
Livin' ghetto life
Twist
I'm grimy, you ghetto
I'm the bow, you the arrow
I'm the shell, you the barrel
I'm a pimp, you a player
I'm dope, you the hustler
I'm a nine, quiet
the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten years
Never been done this real by nobody
Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang
How do I survive each day
Livin' ghetto life
Twist me up a fat ass J
And livin' indo high
How do I survive each day
Livin' ghetto life
Twist
the brothers who picked up that ring after I put it down
And took Miss Ghetto to be their unlawfully wedded wives
Poor Righteous Teachers representing the nine
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
Black cotton
Black cotton
Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tale
Ghetto gospel that is, listen
Rotten
spend a little time romancing by myself
But that turned me blind as well
You can get here by crossing sea or desert
I can barely make Blackpool Sands
the ghetto, you don't kill, then you get robbed
When you come up bein' broke, we would share the same clothes
Hardest thing for me to do was let my main man
and get high and talk about my niggas that died
No Limit Records opened doors for niggas
But they rebelled, turned Bendict,
don't make me get up in your
And the young'uns goin' through it tryin' to play the same
Through the rain, through the fire, handcuffed by desire
Sent to your son, forgive me for the sins that
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