The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girlĮverybody had money, every summer was real illįour-finger rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane Long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons Sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower Lightin' spliffs up to stay high like 24 hours See what I seen every day I live with this torture Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous Go to the center, enter with caution, past the brain cell graveyard Where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes That means you inferior, not majorIf niggas could look inside my mind, you'll find That means you inferior, not majorNo idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun What you base your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper It's never what you do, but how it's done No idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun Headline reading "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"Lyrics provided by TANCODE " readonly=""/> I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled Which is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one My life before I, walk out the door I size up every optionĮyes cut every direction, it's like God or guns Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it would changeĬan't hide when you famous or even try to do the same things My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mindĮven with sleep I'm duckin nines in my dreams It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God Shining since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway" that's been a minute Watching for paint chips, don't want no lead in yo' childīut them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul Nothing less than a lethal injection if ever caughtĬourtrooms, eagles and flags, American style Them treacherous rastas in the Mexican mafiasīe scrapping with tats on they back, violent wars Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story While on my side, brothers'll murder for different thingsīut it all revolve around drugs, fame and shorties You're part of the world, might be like colors and gangs On a different coast, but we share the same sunlight We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time difference Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork in Jell-o
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'Īsk for today's mathematics, we Allah's childrenĪnd this was goin' on in every New York ghetto
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