Lyrics:
I don't give a fuck where you from, when you see us, better run
Run, run, run, run
I don't give a fuck where you from, when you see us, better run
the cheese
The first maps were drawn up by the blacks
But these white historians don't wanna acknowledge that
They try to keep us in the dark in a nigga trap
a blessing but my name is never mentioned, I'm not even from the ghetto but I still don't get the credit. Yes I said it all these wannabe rappers are so
bad
Get a new butt
Catch up with the balla
Pastor keep me in ya prayer
Here I come to give this to you aye give it to god
Polluted bread don't get
Hear my cry oh God
And listen to my prayer
From the end of the Earth I call to You
When my heart is faint
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I
talk talk talk each and everyday
Hiding from the noise but can we find a way
To be love and be loved
Prayers up to the sky watch the city burn
People
Well
I wasn't raised in the ghetto
But I hang with those who got game
From the ghetto
Nearly jumped into the gang
When I was little
On my waist
Be
a part of me
The doctor said it hit the artery, every now and then it bothers me
And all the prayers that I gave god, wouldn't bring him from the graveyard
Yea, my nigga doing time he ain't a bad dude
All they show us in the Ghetto is the bad news
I was taught early on that the cash rule
Don Perrión, hit me
Blessed and overwhelmed, is it God or did I do it by myself?
Took that tumor out and gave me back my health
Thanks for the prayers cause that may
seeing red
Gun shots, shells
Like a beach bed
Everywhere that we stepping
Even got bookworms
Clutching pistols
Bodies sizzle from impact
Impacted by tech
to collapse, but manage to stand - I end off the night with a prayer and a bottle, I've fallen asleep by the fire I started
I wake to a crash, the thunder's
the prayers can't bring you back to us
i'll mourn you til i join you cause i'll keep in touch
[Treach]
we was two lil niggas both skinny and broke
prisoner to my music like you was on Riker's Island
A slim, soft-spoken brother from the ghetto
My name is Master Ace and I thought that you should know
and cease from spreading lyrical diseases
At least I know who to trust and now I know who to burst
And if you down with Tony Tetuila then you're right
strings attached
Imma east side ghetto baby with a dirty strap
Dirty ass cup full of mud I ain't sipping yak
I ain't from Flint nor Detroit I'm Pontiac
Stay
the chance to talk & say "goodbye" to you first
By the time I got back you was already riding in a hearse
I been depress & nie that's it worse I get high from
knew the Gawd was suttin’ special
A nigga really was honest from the get go
Me and my mom was livin out the P’s
By a teen, I was livin out my
[E.S.G.]
It's E again, baby
A nigga mashing, for his motherfucking ends baby
You see me flossing, in a brand new Benz baby
And I been known to go exactly
punks, I controlled ya
I'm strong like a boulder, ready to fold ya
I treat you like a new born puppy and scold ya
I'm older, I'm power full like a dodge
again, baby
A nigga mashing, for his motherfucking ends baby
You see me flossing, in a brand new Benz baby
And I been known to go exactly where the Henn
door)
From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall
Come
door)
From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall
Come
day ones I gotta stay wit
Live by the street code I can't change it
They told me stay focused you could make it out
I'm from the ghetto
I got that D I
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