Lyrics:
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
be? We was team
I guess we got divided by the cream
Fbi ran in my crib, where I live
Snatched my wife, child welfare took my kids
Yo I can't live, I
shooting its citizens dead in the streets
I used to live in Northeast D.C. not too far from Capitol Hill
White House here, trap house there, they were so
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
like we failed our youngsters, man
It's like we not giving the youngsters that game no more, man
That shit that they can live by
That shit they can,
to live that way
You tell them what I shine
Yeah I swear I'll be that son
Brooklyn going under any Brooklyn you know
I know what it is, let's go
My
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
hestiation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping
ADAM: I am a simple goat.
I live on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me here with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I happy?
He don't give a fuck.
OLD
Let's take it to Yonkers, Blok Party
Yeah, what? New DMX
Niggaz is scared to fuck with the Dog 'cause I'm shady
You remember that kid from runnin'
See one of my rivals, we don't drive right by you
Glock got a beam, clip stick out like Eiffel
I been runnin' with that street vibe
I fell back off
on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot
The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lie and shit
on the streets hustlin' tryin' gettin' what's mine
Am I wrong am I right got can only determine
I can only live my life and life is for learnin' check it
street
To finally be alive
And I know nothing good comes easy
All good things take some time
I made my bed I'll lie in it
To die in it's the crime
spoke of kids on the coast
And different types of organic soap
And the way suicides don't leave notes,
Then we spoke of Loraine, always back
watching the studio
got all the word on the street)
what you was outside yesterday
(for a minute went to the store you know)
caught them
that I'm trapped in
I hate every day that passes by
Better off dead motherfuck this life
I hope my daughter never feels this way (way)
I hope my son
Brick by brick from the dust dirt and the grime
They don't give a fuck about us, dying in the streets
Mommy crying on the pavement with no meal to eat
live
I'ma keep on and dip
Yeah, you live through my kids
I can never replace you or fuckin' thank you
All the times that I put you through the pain
I'm
I'm at every protest
So vexed, perplexed, why won't you leave them be
Until I see peace on the streets, white lives don't matter to me
One shot, in
of sittin back
I don't retreat out from the street
Now do you love that?
[Chorus]
Now do you love it?
Livin how you suppose to live
Bank accounts, plenty
Raised on the ways of these streets without care.
Now we're havin' our fair share of gun warefare
And it's all gone nuts and that's just cause it's poor
Yeah
When the rest of the world go to sleep, I
I be getting drunk, probably on some kind of drug
Tripping looking at the street light
Tryna write
Ladies and gentlemen, I go by the name of Black Sun, and what you are about to hear
is that new vibe
I'm talking about family-oriented, success,
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