Lyrics:
I got real beef in the streets boy you ain't no threat to me
I been through way worse then you have still made it out a G
You ain't never been
different than our code for real girl (mmhmm)
The homie, streets, my momma said don't tell our business no no no
But I gotta fit in, keep up with it you
for it
But today try playing on some street curb,
Singin' the news in everyday words
The people pass by, the laughin' is heard
Or else they hit you
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
the blood that you give to men
There's, no excuse I could give, we just all want to live
All the war that you bring to men
War, is comin' home, takes
no loving in the streets, the hood won't love us till we on
The white man pass the policies, the black man always take the fall
And the boys crackdown
to the streets
From that dirty gun play
Some killed by the police
Just for being a black man
One thing that's a known fact
That we all gone have to leave
going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm
on me
Give no fuck about a bitch, I fell in love with breesh
Shut the fuck up bitch you not in my league, I knew she a slut she was playing the streets
If
the city
2 stroke up no 4 they kiddy, 513 we rep our city, 125 that monster with it, vine street when we hit the city, fuck the opps don’t fuck with piggy’s
ward, and in the section of the hospital where the people who have no arms live. And on the weekends, he works with autistic children like John (not me).
Jet life
If it's money on the table lil homie I gotta have it
Baby I been Fly check the name on the fabric
Took so many Ls that I to stop
eat at my seat
When they know I call my name at this table
I'm gon always be here, and y'all always gonna fear
The bronx making them recoreds cause we
Welcome to New Orleans
Or should I say where the fiends live
Home of the No Limit Soldiers
My name is Fiend
y'all cluckers better get ready for this
straight up reality
Made by the streets, done by insanity
Drive-by, yes, it's the season
When the Ganxta kills for no reason
When an MC is slippin
guns
I was tellin' mama, "Uh-uh, uh-uh" (no, uh-uh)
Keep this shit one hundred, yeah
I was raised by mama, yeah
Jumped in the streets, I was younger,
Never make it on our own
So we Trusting in hem
Already won no battle to win
Got ya name in the book?
Better do it fo ya dead
Do ya got eternal life ?
ama under
The flow so crazy like I pulled out the water
Grabing life by the balls and then twist it with a plunger
We dont need no stress we just
Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun...
[WC]
Who's the man with the strap in his
this
She asked for a kiss but she only gets dick
She always shootin' shots but she always gon' miss
They wonder what is wrong but they live with no bliss
Now what kind of beast would love such a feast
Have you no shame?
So we hung the by the feet
Oh, we shot them in the street
Oh, the victory was
about yourself
My name is Grief, Drunk, wandering the streets
Breaking bottles, passing out on the boulevard of broken dreams
When you fall in love with
Freedom
Isn’t Free
(Yeah yeah)
Ohh freedom
(Yeah we going back old school)
Isn’t Free
I go by the name of Mc Rafiki
Mike check 1,2,3
Yeah
Check it
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
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