Lyrics:
matters you ain't outraged with us
Cause black lives never really mattered you still lynch us
So that means from the start we were screwed
Born in a society
guns
Yeah, Yeah, It's like that and you don't stop
My nigga Busta Rhymes kicking from the bottom to the top
In the studio live, me and my niggas
Productions
Written By: Keith Keahey
Recorded and Mixed at: Street Legal Studios, North Charles Street, Maryland
Music Engineer: Mark Carey of Street Legal
the hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
It ain't about where you at it's about where you from
If you ever go back they might
drinking lean when Screw was popping
And his pops was live in Oakland way back when them feds was watching
Newton and them Malcom X adoptions
They kill our
Street nigga don't abide by the law
Keep it on me they don't play fair
Tell a pussy nigga take care
Aye long live vell man that's my dog that's my brother
up for me, roll that shit big
While I reveal the story of a wild street kid
Cock your seat back, relax, while I spit
The spittin' image of how I live
Unashamed, Uno Uno Seis, whoa
Tatted on my skin, all up in your face, whoa
If I ain't bout that live, then I ain't really livin'
But if you can't see my light
bundles is
Gettin' em dummy high
I sold 5 in 25s from 25
My blocks sell from age 12 into 25
Nigga, fuck the Gram
It's the grams I'm already live
I watch
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
it how you live
From sun up to sun down, yea it's going down
Holocaust gas in my lung, blaze up a pound
Associates degree wasn't good for me, cop out
learnin' street lessons
From the mastermind, first you master grind
Then your team catch it
This time is for the money, I don't need credit
And I'm
than that
The tip of this iceberg ain’t peaking, in fact
I’m reaching for Jack, like, hmm
Damn Daniel
Why do I see all of yo white people successful from
said it first more money more problems
The way I see it more problems, more money (What's up)
I got the streets on lock
Atlanta on my back
I do it for
Because lives gone in a
Flash with the click click and the kids
Hit where the street light im a rap
God the elite type you a rap
Fraud when you speak I
get big walk through the party jig
Hat back, tattoos that's straight to the bar, kid
No weed, healthy as an ox the big man from Lox
You see solo in
a miracle went from wrong to right
I rather now announce the truth, R.I.P Howard Finkel
The world we live in getting dark but they just think it's simple
Caution, step back, watch the path that he paved
Long live him, a legend in this dangerous crusade
He moves savage, got that street credit, no
the den
Surrounded by these hungry lions
Looking in the jaws of death
We reach for saving hands
No help will come from men
The Lord is coming
Well
I'm confessing to this vodka this stress will get you popped up
A walk by black pea coat the desert E spit nonstop
Cease ya'll plans I plan to live I
who these rappers faker than cardis boobs hahaha bloody moves bitch quit playing but it's so cool to be from the streets Poppin mollies getting geeked
tryna chat
That's the generations chargin' a battery in my back
See, I'm fueled by the culture, driven by my ancestors
Body just a vessel, brain tapped
gave His life for yours!
Yeah Daniel EL Killah Preacher Man
Evangelistik Muzik Happy Day Studio
Yes, the glory of God
You know how we do it
son on the way
So I'm into hustling the streets, working maximum wage
It's a hell of a way, to live life bustin' shots
Never turn my back on my foes,
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