Lyrics:
(Hip-Hop Scratch)
Summer of 86' I was ten years old
(Punked a every three rock)
You know I got soul!
Mr magic BLS Screaming right out of the box
I
the red inna mih eyeball intriguing yuh so
Mr officer Mr officer
Brethren on yuh team done tell you say mih clean yuh know
Mr officer oh Mr officer
I'm no
on the mic and break em off a lil sumthin
I know
I got to
Go to
To studio
We got to
Hold it down you
Know
For the ghetto
I grew up in the ghetto
I know
My
me
This be some real life ghetto shit
[LG]
Niggas thinkin shit is sweet
But I aint with too much talkin, I'mma let my heat speak
And don't get caught
there ever be peace, or are we all just
Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast
And I know there'll never be peace (uh-uh)
That's why I keep my
a
Helluva lot to go thru, but see them
Old folks sittin on the porch, they Countin on youuuu
I survived in the ghetto streets now these lil kids wanna be like
I was born to be a soldier!
[Chorus: x4]
[Fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton
the hood bitch
They call me Mr. Goodrich, cause now I got the hood mix
How many more bitches, gon be jumping up on our dick
[E.S.G.]
Needing bout a hundred
[Ice Cube, Verse 1]
I am the one, that you heard about, read about
I am the one, that had to take the ghetto route
I am the one, don't make me pull
fi see the uptown and ghetto people blend
I say, "Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again!"
Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend
And from
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
Schemin', connivin', plottin' niggas tricky
I keep a hundiddy when I'm slidin' in a Bentley
Judging by my wrist, Mr. Bigs, it's contagious
Mr
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
Trae the Truth, Lil' Boss
Black Buddafly yeah
We fin to do this one here for the ghetto
Get at me
No matter what a nigga say
I'm gon be stuck in
on tonight
To all my ghetto girls all around the world
You know the ones with the weaves and the Shirley Temple curls
Keep fightin', uh baby girl keep
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
the seed to an upper being
Just free'd the team
On my knees reaching for fire flies
Think I know wings
Bitch I fell in love with Lil Meeky (WAAAAAH)
Off
The world, it's mine. The world, it's mine
Ain't no time, to play
Mr. Big Crime, gotta get mine all the time
Don't pack guns, but I'm ghetto as hell
Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea
The muthaf***a most likely
To get a tuba with the opposition in my position
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
'm non-fragile when I walk the streets
I rock with Force MDs not a force
Chin check is in effect, catch wreck
(Put him in a yoke, snap his neck)
Mr. M-E-F
(The
chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by hip-hop burns eternal
All aboard on my train
that my life won't be took by my brothers
or sisters They ass go down in a hole
Rock out the booth and the metal be heavy Ugly ass bitch and I called
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