Lyrics:
to know
When you run from it all
You just learn that you raise in the smoke
When you Layed on the floor
Granny house packed
But ya still having fun by
But I got lucky in the first place
I know what you need, girl
I know what you need, yeah
Let me show you what the house do
What the couch do
What
[INTRO]
Rain Rain Go Away
Come Back To The Ghetto Another Day
[Chorus]
Dem Know Bout Rich We Know Bout Poor (Bruk Life)
Dem Know Big House We Know
we ain't taking the same route
But I'm on the same route to ya bitch house
Born on the east in the 870
Remember them days on the nawf in JO
I fuck with
outta my face
On the verge of calling Gary Martin Hayes
Need a lawyer to keep niggas
off my case
I don't really want you all in my vicinity all you new
on earth
Be loved by God as much as God loved Gandhi and Martin Luther King
Be that last one of 144,000, be the resident of that twelfth house
Be, eternal
THE THREE PIGS
Intro cb cb cb cb
cb Eb
First little pig built
cb Eb
House made of straw
cb Eb
Then big bad
walked in the buildin')
Big up to the far East rulers
[Intro: Wyclef Jean (Sizzla)]
Welcome to the East! "Oh my God"
"When the East is in the house
EXPERIENCE cND LIFE IN PcRK HILL cND STcPLETON HOUSES IN THE 2000s...
NcRRcTIVE STYLE CONCEPTUcLIZED BY crtist/Producer Robert DarkaShade...
INTRO: STREETS
logic?
I stay calm in hard times am the plug pain within
I sit in silence for thoughts ah
Jesus died on the cross
Martin Luther king was add on
Nkrumah
Trio, tricycle, yeah we musketeers
Fake teeth, 100 thousand, you spend on veeners
Audemars no Aston Martin, I'm investing in my peers
Slide in houses
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
Nation
2Max and the Visionary Crew
My nigga Flyintastic
E White in the White House
Fo life? My nigga Mitch is slick
From the big ass game, San Diegan
Bella
and don't steal, for real
(You got's to chill)
Verse 1:
I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the door
But why they at my door for?
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
dip 4's
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
dip 4's
on the school bus
danger almost made my stool gush
Because the substitute driver
caused the truck to cruise by us
Would've been crushed in dude's tires
sober, its molly in my pee (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
Martin Margiela my therapist (Uh)
I left out the house, I was very pissed (Uh)
I fucked
when you drink you gots to think
One time I got drunk and lost my gold link
I use to act a fool in these streets like Martin Lawrence
Running
ting I wish
Pre-Chorus:
I hear Martin have beer
Jamie have sorrel deh
I calling Jason he say he have turkey wings prepare
I still deh in a jam, I cannot
Verse 1 (Scarface)
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone.
Was a homie that I went
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of life when I go off
Homocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark
Dahmer signing his name
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