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Gangsters

Slush

Thugs & Soldiers

2000

disrespectin' my name
From the sky falls rain to the streets, you'll fall victim

And all I got to say to my thugs is fuck the system
The Mistah Shadow is who

Yo! Get away from the door
Everybody get the fuck back
Staten Island, stand up

I live a street life, nothin' but hard times and strife
I be

you cannot fight g
Spicy lil thing raised by the streets
Don't know where I Been
They don't know where I come from
Have more then you
And I got a phat

addicted, wanting to
I really wish I would've died that night
I knew it was my time so why why why why let me live and let another die
Where have you been

living to die in this world to leave peace behind 
am i free tonight to live in the streets am i
living a Ghost behind telling my sins tonight
river that

we've got love
Plagued by fears
We're restless queers, but
Bitch, we've got love

The bars are closed, babe
No night on the town
We'll binge-watch Pose,

the bread she can't have lunch
My bitches like Brady fuck them by the bunch
I got these racks in the foreign I got plenty of them
The way that I count through

Rubbing their eyes
We're learning how to live again
Little by little, pushing the bar
We're learning how to laugh again

But have we jumped the gun?
We're

name
The fly in everybody's soup, they talking, the person you blame
Unworthy of fame, never accepted by anyone of your own
Always fly away when

"So, what do we do now?" I ask, and look him in the eyes
"We live it out," he answers me to my surprise 
By now, the sun has set and the streetlamps have

a city
Where the streets aren't made of gold; they're growing green
And the kind will know my name
And we'll remember all the days
I felt that Garden City

the pastor, feeling awkward
Circles of the lawless
Lives by the window, centipedes is crawling
No fucking morals so I always talk in morbid
Asking myself, dawg

way
Ooooh
I'll live and die by my last name
God I love this place
 
Jess is who I Call 
When my back's against the wall
Lexi is who I call when you get

way
Ooooh
I'll live and die by my last name
God I love this place
 
Jess is who I Call 
When my back's against the wall
Lexi is who I call when you get

name
She made grit's for breakfast
And convinced us we were rich
Sometimes dinner we'd have skip
She vowed to never ever let us miss
But we were poor had

the gossip
That gets us through the day

Hey!
Have you heard?
There's a rumor in St. Petersburg
Have you heard
What they're saying on the street

her Birkin
Crazier than the average person
They feared who I was before
Unaware I've become a more savage version
Cold hearted I don't have no feelings

40 Acres and My Props

Show & A.G.

Runaway Slave

1992

Show want to rhyme?"
I didn't want to get back and do Fed time
I want to live right and exact, I don't want to be the fat cat
Off the crack and have

discrete
Jumping back and forth, artist and a student I mean
Two lives, two names yeah I'm living the dream
Working hard everyday for the fame that's my

some corners off the corner of the blocc up the street
And I don't need to escalate, she elevate it for free
She asked me where I wanna be and I replied

my stash
Move up in the world
Live the life of a bachelor
House for my mama
And my pops can get a raptor
See me on the billboards got my name put up in

that'll go and attack you
Now you have no one to go and back you
Because there are other people paying
Others to pack you
Say what you over there vibing

Den (ahh!)
Cruel world (huh!), no word (huh!)
We live in a knock in a cruel world huh!
Back to back, when name at Dawn
I don't really know why my nigga

passing gin
I throw that rope-a-dope with the ripped out padding
Punch through the chest leave a smoky tee like Lapsang
Heads'll fly if y'all lie, no