Lyrics:
doing their job. Others are not
If you stereotyping, take us out of the box
We got a broken system and we need you Lord
I just want to be free. Is that
decisions then"
Man, that was a good choice, faith driving us like a Rolls Royce
They tried to take my voice away, I ain't try to take ya choice away
I
real ting (Yaah)
When dem see us we ah di real ting (Yaaah)
Hungry in ah di morning
Lion Food by di evening (Blaah)
You cyaan run from my head shot (No)
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
like a fish!"
Babe Ruth, greatest baseball player to ever play the game
He had a voice box, he was the first American to have a voice box
Yeah!, "This
Life, what the f*** is life for n****s like us?
Been waking up to another muthaf***in' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A n**** that seen
Life, what the fuck is life for niggas like us?
Been waking up to another muthafuckin' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A nigga that seen
at all areas
Real cool cat, so of course, I've been curious, ooh, yeah
I was six-foot as a kid, I ain't scared of ya
Lot of little guys wanna bark like
baby, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Smokin' blunts by the pack, drunk off 'gnac
Watchin' my ones stack, I got it like that
Bitches know
of the kids
That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die
At least that I can say that I tried
[Chorus]
Cause I tried, I tried to do
genesis
May I be dismissed
Eric just got a yellow dirtbike
We gotta mess with him
But won't he beat us up
Not if we dress like ninjas
Sneak around in
A false word like the rappers I know
Sat down with a few drinks, located where you can't see us
A white waitress on standby when we need her
A black
the life that we live for us
Get rid of the life that we live for us
Multiply by trust, divide by trust
It equals love, equals love
You're part of the math
giving us dope
Shit, it's hard to get by
I pray to God it's still hard to get by
Just wanna hold my son (my man)
But I can't leave my house until I
Like MOP, nigga, I'll mash you out
If I can't get you here, swing by your house, muthafucka
Ya'll niggas got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into
The man on the television don’t care enough
He like to over generalize, the general lies they telling us
That we never fly, they want us to die
That’s why
what
Bringin' it live, Dr dre, what
Throwin' up a big ass W
Coverin' up the world, right
Yeah, ha listen
You ain't tryna hot box with me
I swing much
with disorders
And have a quarter of these feelings that these other kids had
Cause I was put into a box shipping label from my own dad
I was sent on my
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
feels like, but this what it is
We're not those we grew up in in the places we live
Ain't got nothing for us, no trouble, yet we take what we get
Trying
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
can find Us
We live in brooklyn
Coney island's buck whiling and we b-boy stylin
We live in brooklyn
Yeah, on the spot we hustle cause like th-that
else
Just let me live my own life please
I’m not a kid trust me I can do it
Whatever hits me I can get through it
I can do it by myself
And I don’t need
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