Lyrics:
caught up
To my cousin brothers
You know what it is
From the New Era caps
To the haircut trips
To my first performance
Manga sent my song to get mixed
M.E.D.M called Chinese biggie
白手起家 身边一群流氓地痞
Started from the bottom, thugs by my side
发家致富 干净利索 I did it beautifully
Built a family fortune, clean, I did
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
underground yo
From the crown of notty hair that I wear to the funk feet
Wonder why the sisters dig the brother missin five teeth
Peace I gots to rock so
A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5
a
Daughter to make it home to
And holmes you go to Chinese
Stores for fried rice
Me? I fly flights and stay
In China for five nights
I'm high price, I'm
lived by medicine
There ain't no studio in my city that I've never been
I told my brother I be dead if I ain't stay strapped
Couple of times I done get
yo
From the crown of notty hair that I wear to the funk feet
Wonder why the sisters dig the brother missin five teeth
Peace I gots to rock so pass
Pretty Jamaican kept doing his thing
Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head
Don't you have a brother whose like no other made by another dad and mother
You're the pillow he's the cover in a different shape and a different colour
Remember when them cats hit you with them Chinese jokes
You came back hard and held it down for Chinese folks (word)
But what else was I suppose to do
You
the Chinese spot organized crime
If it was a team I’d be on the starting five
Sippin lean with my guys
Having the same cocaine nightmares
I wear jewelry like
you grow some balls like ms. Mann from Scary Movie
You banned from being mooly
I keep it black gutter white gutter
Chinese gutter by these
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
after who, I know it's not me (Not me)
I'm on the highway to heaven going top speed (Top speed)
I got my brothers in here with me, and they by me (By me)
a Chinese restaurant
Jumping every hurdle
Every single day by day
Oh yea
Hated on my lifestyle yet still wanna be me
Suicide mission
I'm inferno, do not tryna
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
The phone rings
Another peaceful moment is lost
Latifah's chest jingle in "Set It Off"
I press pause in the bed as a king
I let it ring 4 or 5 times
the trash and
The 5's in the cupboard
I never get stingy with a
Lick with my brother
Five bands and food stamps in
The trap with my brother
It's just me
your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga screamin', "Kuniva, yo, yo"
I leave ya face leakin'
screamin' rest In peace to your mans
But you ain't step by him
Walk him down, I just helped you out
Now you can rest by him
Sold a nigga five thousand blues
alone is worth five mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh)
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe
And tell
dark and brothers are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherf**ker's are ridin'
Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it.
So now there's
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