Lyrics:
Trying to ditch reality, by getting so, high,
Only to find out, that you can never reach the sky,
because your roots are in, Soulsville Oh, yes they
I puts in like ten men
Kick up more dust than dirt
Drinkin more gin than Vin
Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami
Couldn't drop up on me so we
I puts in like ten men
Kick up more dust than dirt
Drinkin more gin than Vin
Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami
Couldn't drop up on me so we
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggas want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfucking G-pack in my hand
Look what
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggaz want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfuckin G-pack in my hand
Look
(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one of my
Another one of my homies man, fuck this shit
Know I'm tal'n bout, I'ma blow to them
Bad mind people they can’t stop a thing
Every ghetto youths must have a dream
The limit is the Sky trust in the king
With the Father by my side I
Get away in the night get head right
Come back flip the script
Kick some shit over their head
Like Pele might
Better days in sight, ghetto raising us
to the crack and I make shit get wild
Run it by bust to start to punch, others front
Top drop Caesar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin grain in
like Ricky from "Boyz in the Hood"
On the couch bloody, old lady sighin'
Wifey screamin'
Pissy little baby cryin'
Fucked up man, shit, there you seen
the niggas in the ghetto be hatin on you cause you made it out?
-Yea son, what is that, what you call that?
-Dad, that only be two words. PLAYA HATA.
the niggas in the ghetto be hatin on you cause you made it out?
-Yea son, what is that, what you call that?
-Dad, that only be two words. PLAYA HATA.
famous
Confronted by the broad, got shot in ya ***
Heinous, heard they took the slugs out'cha dookie roll
Gun powder and the blood burn in ya *** hole
your mind
Expand your mind
Expand your mind
Expand your mind
In time, in time
Call this, the blind man talk, cripple man walk
See nor hear not
Uh you ain't think ‘bout how it would affect
Me when you did what you did
He got spanked by a nigga look
Like a bitch in a wig
Ain't seen my man in
20-20 hindsight
Dealing with the stress
Used to be the crying type
Visualized success now I'm staring at the lime light
In my habitat they blinded by
what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up
Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut
Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked,
ain't willin to fall in love
It's such a risk to take and a big mistake
By the way I make my livin'
But I let you know from the go
That's the way it
Rul
Drighe on de mic
Euh ye e ye ye e ye e ye e
Uhm uhmm uhm
Ow yea e
Ghetto youths
Haffi raise
System is hot
But my heart is cold
Cyaan find no job
a robbery
Always told me only fools fall in Love
Got you a Man now I'm like look Fool now you in love
He got you with game you Discovered new things
Told me
more
4 shots going down on the 8th block
By a cop who killed a man for a jaywalk
It's like day by day everybody's getting outlined in chalk
Either it's
cause when its all worth believing
We can make it work do believe that
We've mistrust in the dust and believe fact
We can achieve tact
By tuning out
a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy,
[R. Kelly - talking] (*continues behind Chorus*)
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
[Chorus]
You can catch me in
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