Lyrics:
the position consume
Them with lot of secrets they got buried never get exhumed
Last night I went to air out
Had five or six shots then smoked loud
Got the bar
a Chinese restaurant
Jumping every hurdle
Every single day by day
Oh yea
Hated on my lifestyle yet still wanna be me
Suicide mission
I'm inferno, do not tryna
hallway
I made a choice, I ain't going out the wrong way
Should've been dead by my 23rd Birthday Oooh
I done lost a lot of love for some brothers I used
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your worst, you will get paid
True, you can move food on the street
Did a bitta that, got bored of that
on a lyrical plane
It's just two bad brothers who will never quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin' to end, on a spiritual blend
safe to say
I arrived
Been a ride twenty five
Still not over
But them nights
We out late n' just vibe
Getting high are memories
Now living sober
I keep
a lot more livin' to do
And a lot more lovin' too
When you make it through the night with no end in sight
And the dawn peeks through
You got a lot
enemies and foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh)
There's a lot of my brothers and sisters (they stumbled and fell)
They wasn't here to watch this come
that you see on TV
[Chorus]
United states of Atlanta its still me
And my brother we done been through a lot but still kain I love ya.
Blood,
been doin' that border, but that nigga would drown
My block been infiltrated by uh whole lot of fake ass niggas
Scared ass niggas, won't even bust uh
ring
For my baby, give her five and things
We're so high, we look Chinese
a lot of motherfuckers dying
All I want is my brother back
13 men in the St. Louis death track
[Ice Cube]
So you better stay calm with the shooters
All the time on the block I had to park the city fine
Brother 5'9 under no guise, I'm a guy
Hottest water under pressure my guys are the guys
Literally
is high
A brother needs space like a vacant lot
I'm lookin' forward to the future, Mase and The Lox
And my little son Justin, touchin' a knot
You
a gun
Hoppin' to the beach with a jeep
Full of Chinese cut broads passin' by perpetrators
Perpetratin' frauds, you're on the beach playin' cards
find it necessary to carry a gun
Hoppin to the beach, with a Jeep
full of chinese cut broads passin by perpetrators
perpetratin frauds, you're
I ain't impressed by a killer
I'm impressed by a hustler who's taking care his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his niggas in
loaded with the 5.56
Ball dropped off the trucks
Killed them niggas all
Got the 9 ironed out
With the click clack rat tack bane
My brothers I'm hurting
I'm
seen a bitch kill that pussy
Fuck your minds
I got lots of fame, I be up all night
I got demons, y'all ain't got shit
Y'all just whining, fucking
a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'
myself
I was self dependent so I felt so thirsty
I was takin' the guilt like it's somethin' I built take my brothers out the trenches
All night was
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
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