Lyrics:
I think they want me dead or alive
So immortal though I never can die
But forever I fly
Quit the pills that was getting me by
I know the truth
ladies (on my radar X3)
How many killers (on my radar X3)
Verse 2
They didn't know I came from the dead
They just pretending to know by my name
They got
to tell him but he ain't listen
And his pops was a felon with bad addiction
Pops gon he done died off them x pills
Now he don't give a fuck what nobody
Jesus a believer
Young king
Young Caesar
Find foes in the freezer
10 toes deeper
Blunt full of reefa
Baby mama print like cheeta
Ass measured by
and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes"
'Cause all these
from the city where two of the best died
Rest in peace to both of 'em, spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
Name
payment for it
I caught the first plane when I heard your mama died
I seen her through the window she was flying in the sky
Looking down on you, proud
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong,
all about?" [Repeat x4]
Livin' in the city, the crack the mack and all that
Easy does it, is it was it
The black or white that Friday night
In
Just left the city jail
Just posted bail
And I aint going back fam
Nah aint no way in hell
Omw back to the trap
Bout to go get me a pack
Seen this
faith
We some demons, real deal stepper, never stand down
Never run, never back down, stand on ten in any situation at any given moment
See what I'm
Eighteen, caught my first case
Had to fall back
Ten years of probation probably
Set us all back
Started public housing, now we Kings
Grandma and Mama, we
like I'm going (woo)
Running, pitching like I'm bowling (woo)
In my city gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the Chiddy Bang
Flacko, Fergie,
by her hair (it's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the fuckin' mayor (it's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear
head?
Or did a truck run over your face instead?
There ain't no pill, cuz you ain't ill, you're ugly!
Chorus (x2)
What you really need is to wear a mask
go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
Lo to the young niggas I know already
I go back like recline, no need for rewind
Still run through flat-bush like the D-line
Usually just the ten
that we came up from nothing
Like who really cared that I've been winning
But nigga I'm still jiggy
Disturbing every city
Road rage; 10 days feel like
Yo, nothings over night
Well I done my 10,000 shift and overtime
I seen their boats flying by, I just been rowing mine
Nothing wasn't going right I'm
If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem, tell 'em Lil Mama
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how [x3]
You can
we've been renting for six months for a fortune and
Sometimes I take a magazine and I escort them two by two
On a little glossy lifeboat into the garden
Stick after stick
I cop blick
After blick nigga
Let's see who run the city nigga
He don't want no problems with us
I'mma fucking savage nigga better
Go
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
closer to the edge
almost falling off a building 'im dangle by a thread and my fingers gettin' loosie
If my past was any different my future be a given
my
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