Lyrics:
(Remember Pun?)
Yeah, check me out
(Remember Pun?)
Terror Squad
I'll battle you all, from the charts to ghetto stars
Face Triple Seis,
1)
My life has been like gun blast every night
Stop the car, searched down with a flashlight
"Where's the gun? Where's the dope?"
The drive-by last
I'm from, the good tie up
The sky is grey, we never see sun
The ghetto-life is: 'live and let live'
All the day to day
It all began when
by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of your skin get you put in
Lord forgive me
Blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
Lost both of my kids,
everyday
Now the ghetto ain't a bad place to grow up in
All the fam and the friends keep it real to the in
All the real life hustlers on the grind for real
the ghetto aint a bad place to grow up in
All the fam and the friends keep it real to the end
All the real life hustlers on the grind for real
They got
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
out the ghetto
Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit
I mocked Rock Box wearin' socks in my basement, told my pops
I'm finna to have
sonny got tried
Any opp seen, he gone put em Inna sky
His purpose in life it left wit his guys
Daddy got killed when the nigga was five
His Mommy don't
world to be our savior
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
To unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life
As long as we're
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
in his eyes
He kinda looked surprised in his last breath
But life goes on for niggas
Throwin up they set
In terror
In the ghetto when this shit ain't
girl
Good kid, mAAd city, watch my day unfurl
I put my life in these sentences
Fucking right
It's either that or life sentences
I'm relatives with
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
it down bust it down
I'm sipping Lean blowing purp by the pound
Ah fuck it up fuck it up ah throw it back throw it back
And when them haters going ham
class)
Ship sinking fast
(Bon voyage)
See you at the bottom when I spot um
Grab him by the throat and say aaahuuumm I got 'em
What's up my brother?
What's
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
shell, mechanical found ghost
But my ghetto is animal found toast
Animal found toast
But my ghetto
Animal
Life's ill, sometimes life might kill
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
I made moms proud, when you mention me she smile
If feels good buyin' moms a car and a house
And my pops been locked up for ten years
Life was
I dream of clear skies where the ghetto byrds ain't lookin for my face,
Walkin down the street low eyes cause a stare with a nigga could get you
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