Lyrics:
know we're in the house
East Coast! (Nigga)
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain't got
the means of love
When blinded by the most recent drug, Pride
The lie that he's in control is leavin' a hole, now he's leakin' uhhh
On and off like a light
rock
Yellow brick squares yeah
Nigga I'm the wiz here
Can never fear
Fuck boy you just live here
Kill your kids here, put you in a wheel chair
And leave
poppin the glock
And the cop tails for the guerillas on the block
For skinny niggaz like myself, artillery shops as well, yeah
[Bizzy Bone]
(You think I
to see that shoe box fool,
Chump, you don't know what that oo op do,
Have your block like oo aa oo,
Who shot who,
Yea, I leave the gun there so
kids start a family
Cause I gotta do something with my lifey
Oh no
Time flies
It went by
So fast
Didn't see it coming
I Could have done lot
kids start a family
Cause I gotta do something with my lifey
Oh no
Time flies
It went by
So fast
Didn't see it coming
I Could have done lot
mind
Feel like she's lost in time
Feel like she's losing her mind
Her mind she lose
Why?
She be mentally abused
From the kids in school
What should she
deem b
Them YVN niggas
they got the city
Man I’m feeling like biggie
just how we did it
Oh you can’t tell ?
Just by that smell
We live to well
My team
they actin standoffish
? by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss
gold type kid
I ain't gotta show off shit
Shows go off, bars come off my soul
And they waft up on all y'all's thoughts
Head look like
It's goin'
saying something awkward
Yeah, he lives with it, but he shouldn't have too any longer
He's just a kid like any of us
Matter of fact, next time I see him
reverend
Out the box thinker
Who doesn't seem to grasp
How he moved on to here from being leader of the class
Hopes were set high by people he was around
You
to me, All I had was the love,
At the time it was overrated heavily by my desire to have all these things,
In my teens as I dreamed I would ball like
Live from Marion Projects, son
The livest one
Representin' Jersey City to the fullest
Ask around about me
They'll tell you he'll pull it
Bradley Beal
was your bike? Look my bad, I'll get you another one you'll like
You got any food, man? I've been on this hunger strike
Shit, I live in my car I'm
talking bout lentils
Walking into the end zone
Popping like a coke and a mento
Smoke up n I let go
Eat her box like a bento
Yea she oriental
We be
him freeze us
Breaking bread like I'm Jesus
Money ain't everything, but somehow eases
Better believe and think down and leave us, the baby cryin'
Crack,
to us
We don't know which one of us you're talking to it's true
I know it sounds fucked to talk to someone
Who lives with four other demons constantly
they going live
Now they all making a splash by taking a dive
I'm pressing toward the mark with eyes on the prize
No little red riding hood we know
how can we ever change us
Wanna be a baller, shot caller, 20 inch blades on the Impala
Nowadays what the pimps be like
Snatch your little sister up in
to a shoe box and live out of a suitcase
I don't know now what I am going to do since
They made me dispossessed and took away my heart too
I'm going down fast
We box in the Light, and The matches begin
To set me on fire, reviving this man
To Live in this land
Truth in my heart sword in my hand
What sort
thugs
We box with steel gloves
Doubt my faith
You can taste the slug case
Leaving niggas looking like dogs with the pug face
Even your girl can catch
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