People Under the Scaffold (feat. Staccs Scrilla)
Spreacha BG
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Uh yea live from the funky five boroughs n**** (Litty, litty, litty, litty, litty) Still here n**** can't get rid of me you heard uh (Buck, buck) (Flee) N****s be lit 'til they lit not lit you heard turn your candle off n**** Litty boys to the death of me you heard Rated Fly n**** (Flee) Uh free Prince uh If you have not done what I've done you cannot come where I'm from N****s don't know I done had guns to my lungs Nobody here seen me run this ain't for show I fell in love with the slums thuggin' ain't easy it's fun Plugging your hoe I make her scream 'til she c** And you probably think she the one whoa, whoa Robbing and stealing their ones 30's and clippers and drums Blickas will blow this ain't a song to be sung This is a block to be spun front it's a go We gon' go evil and dumb when it come to the love of the funds It's all for the dough f*** a parole n****s is home and we hugry for more whoa Harlem world n**** triple up like Mase back in that Maybach No bible on me I'm blickied up like take that to your face tats I uh, I ain't got time for no feelings only got time for the glow From Pelham to Freeman to Dyckman and Seamen to Washington Heights Don't got none for these hoes Make you Milly rock when that semi cock So quiet you could hear a f****** penny drop You gon' need more wishes than Timmy got To get them n***** off your ass on any block It go boom, over your head boom, second one all in your leg Boom boom, four of them travel your chest all that mileage that boy must be dead huh Demons on Lex be perk'd up irk'd up and worked up So come up under that scaffold get murk'd up I done seen a couple n****s live through worst cuts So don't cry few of us died I know that we all don't go to the sky These are our lives tell you no lie and if I go next then make sure you gon' ride Cause we homegrown gangbangers twisting fingers n****s hate us cause they ain't us And we all know they just entertainers really anus wishing they was famous It's good that's just the hood I just be wishing a f*** n**** would And I'm hitting his b**** with that morning that afternoon evening and night time wood Spreach If you have not done what I've done you cannot come where I'm from N****s don't know I done had guns to my lungs Nobody here seen me run this ain't for show I fell in love with the slums thuggin' ain't easy it's fun Plugging your hoe I make her scream 'til she c** And you probably think she the one whoa, whoa Robbing and stealing their ones 30's and clippers and drums Blickas will blow this ain't a song to be sung This is a block to be spun front it's a go We gon' go evil and dumb when it come to the love of the funds It's all for the dough f*** a parole n****s is home and we hugry for more whoa Yea I was upstate did three came home now I'm back with a bigger dream (I'm back) No mail no visits no chicken now they asking what a n**** need (F*ck it) Fake friends fall back Scrilla good held it down f*** a team (Real) Still rolling crates on blue rag cig homie f*** you mean (Facts) Pardon me but I ain't for the cap respect the real ain't no love for rats (Nah) Don't you hit my jack cause I ain't trying to chill If you trying to build I could f*** with that (Hit me up) And if it's static I'ma let them have it won't go back and forth ain't no tit for tat (I don't do it) Bet I'm out for chicken gotta go and get it hunger in my lyrics go and tell 'em that (Tell 'em) South Bronx I was born and raised catch me uptown where it's litty at (Uptown) And I don't beef over voice notes I could face time you where I'm really at (Pull up n****) Told my n**** Spreach I'm a beast I got kids to raise so I got to eat (Facts) Catch me in the lab where I'm killing beats and I'm well respected when I'm in the streets (You know that) Scrilla Uh If you have not done what I've done you cannot come where I'm from N****s don't know I done had guns to my lungs Nobody here seen me run this ain't for show I fell in love with the slums thuggin' ain't easy it's fun Plugging your hoe I make her scream 'til she c** And you probably think she the one whoa, whoa Robbing and stealing their ones 30's and clippers and drums Blickas will blow this ain't a song to be sung This is a block to be spun front it's a go We gon' go evil and dumb when it come to the love of the funds It's all for the dough f*** a parole n****s is home and we hugry for more
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Written by: Jacob Hernandez, Patrick Sharper
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