Lyrics:
the ghetto into hell
They manipulate the youth by distorting the truth
Why I keep my middle finger up and live like a crook
So I got to stay hye, till the day
a decent ride
Inflasion ah tek life, tax rate a blind eye
Some time mi wah cry, how wi ago get by
Wi can hardley buy food to stay alive
Skillest of di
not done yet
On to the next
My name is kg
Would you like some wine
Came here by train
Can't afford a ride
You know the life in ny
That was quick
Wine
around and get your life took
Thinkin' I won't squeeze this fuckin' trigger
Till these bullets stop distributin'
Cut your ass on the late-night (ride
on your shelf
You know every word by heart
But it does no good
Cause the world so cold
The World so cold
And when the morning comes
It's just so hard
To let you know that I appreciate you by my side
It's been a long ride, a lot of long nights
A lot of long flights, worth every sacrifice
A soldier
don't know what I did to deserve a ride like this (Damn!)
I didn't have to eat, I coulda been so thin
I didn't have to be, quoting these sentences
I
Ride my yellow mare
Down to the station
Stand on the platform
All sag and warp
Wait the train
Wait the smoke
See the dust
See it choke the day
See
upon your course, worn by centuries
Or searching beneath these stones for something else to be
Would you take me with you on uour cold and bumpy ride
If
any truth
If this is the future then I wasted my youth
Too many friends, fallen by the wayside
Broken and burnt, Kentucky brain fried
Kick back turn up
(taking my time of my ride)
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh here (oh oh oh here)
I ask myself what am I doing here
Everybody's got their reason
Say yeah yeah yeah
the first nigga to fuck da world
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Fly out the barrel five out the barrel
[Kurupt]
Just take position ammunition, convalescent
guilty, you're beyond your youth
If you're not prepared for this ride
I say you should close your eyes
These fields of no innocence
You couldn't bare
the first nigga to fuck da world
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Fly out the barrel five out the barrel
[Kurupt]
Just take position ammunition, convalescent
[Originally by Manowar]
Full moon's light is calling me
My kingdom lies within
The mystic soul and lion's heart
Brought by the talisman
Shut your mouth
You got no right to be bitching
You've got your youth and your health
But every day that you wake up
You feel like you've got nothing
chips?
Damn, here's some dip and a cold one, shit
Enjoy the show, few of us live
That's like hell yeah, fuckin' right
Take Care playing in my ride
By
Oh weee
Oh wee
Uh huh yeah
Outside, yeah, we outside
Pon the ground with the big bad sound
Headphones for the plane ride
Fresh herb when the plane
My nigga tell me where you got your chain from
No I ain't looking for my own, I ain't trying to be owned by another
Either you gon' fight or you gon'
mobbing with my partna dem
You know that I ride with one
Always knew my time would come
He's shook, he got Parkinson's
Beast Coast gang, know where I'm
My hometown likes T but fuck T (fuck T, fuck T)
Bruce Grove youth club was the best, always givin' up with fuckery, yo
Me and bro went halves
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
torment
And despite the corny line, you could see the extent
That he would go, said he'd pay my rent, dress me and give me dough
Follow by cants
lies beneath their feet, the power of eternal youth.
Abandoned by the gods at the three pillars that they mourn, the land they hold so dear, now awaits
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