Lyrics:
your future
Who ya? I don't know ya', gotta show ya'
Folding dough like yoga don't approach us
Nurse bag get smoked fast
Like a penitentiary box
you on blast but I saw that man in
Tears, bro you know, and I was thinking like
"He deserve to win Album of the Year"
And this small box that we are
a bunch or roaches on the ash
Coz they had to die
I don't even try
Easy like a lullaby
Coming head on I ain't scared
I won't drive you by
left your girl
the summertime, me, in the summertime, you
In the summertime, us when we were just little kids
Yeah, you know!
We were just running around freely in this world with
wheels here
You trying to cut our lights out like we don't live here
Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us
When we get them hammers, go on call
like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin'
Well, are you still
like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin'
Well, are you still
like a mystery box
Give but I can’t guess
Life is like a mystery box
Give but I can’t guess
Never know what’s coming
Live like tomorrow’s your death
We
down witcha
Back at the high, '84, '85
Lunch time at the break, hip-hop kid live
No jive, I see Boogie be and Commando
Valentino D, we all had plans
Act like he tough, end up in a box layin' on the side
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't
150 round magazine and a dot
FMJ's by the box, nigga
Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga
Shouldn't find that surprising
Cause I bought the muthafucka
of the red rock
They comin' to see like a red box, gunnin' for the top I'm a dreadnought
My bars solid like bedrock, bedrock, bedrock
My plan solid like
love but not found in
These weird evil jeepers creepers here
Jesus, why you leave us in tatters, fear?
All these lowlives can do is
Put on some tattooed
than 2 seats
Teach dem kids how to behave
And we them to believe
I'ma Dad!
Round da clock 24 / 7
I'm dat D A DD Y
My code name I live by
They be like
hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L)
And are making some nice figures like a gym will do And like Sandra Bland, my band be changing lanes Without a signal at all, now you want us to hang? You
Poor young boy left in a box
But his memory lives on fam like his heart didn't stop
There ain't much for us to make a living off
The youngers wanna
Everybody would be like ‘What is
Wrong with this guy?’
But some of us have become so
Accustomed to just behave disgusting
We think it’s just our behavior
doing their job. Others are not
If you stereotyping, take us out of the box
We got a broken system and we need you Lord
I just want to be free. Is that
decisions then"
Man, that was a good choice, faith driving us like a Rolls Royce
They tried to take my voice away, I ain't try to take ya choice away
I
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
real ting (Yaah)
When dem see us we ah di real ting (Yaaah)
Hungry in ah di morning
Lion Food by di evening (Blaah)
You cyaan run from my head shot (No)
Life, what the fuck is life for niggas like us?
Been waking up to another muthafuckin' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A nigga that seen
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