Lyrics:
water cup of tea
Ugh
Ugh yuh my boys on my back
12 pull up when we shooting for a track
Wack
Slide to the crib in the back
Baby ass kid got a bib
And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught
And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought
And we gon' stay leavin' out
I've been laced for a week so I'm numb now
Come now sit down, show you just how we get down
Money on my mind and evil that all around me
Tryna get it
my rage and violence
In time I learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
Apologizes to my true sisters; far from bitches
Help me raise my black
everything
In their power to save people
They are gonna pay the price"
"Do you know where I'm coming from?"
Now I see we be the new faces of refugees
We ain't
from the trap
What are you tryna beef about
Homie why you even mad
Yeah he's different now, he's an imitator
Take the dark side like a modern Vader
Yeah
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
someone, whoever's out there
I mean, there's gotta be a reason why this comes almost natural
Why things have lined up here and now
This has to be from God,
the wheels turn
From the land of guns and butter, we let it churn
I emerge from the streets to make canvases out of words
Been a gift and a curse since the day
Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno
We know Tarantino a killer
But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
rather by the internal validation that comes from knowing one's own self-worth
One's power
One's capabilities
And one's values
We are not "in" our bodies
my rage and violence
In time I learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
Apologizes to my true sisters; far from bitches
Help me raise my black
tattoos
Do not act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread
You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead
Thunderclap flash, zenny stance
Lil Baby's baby mother got caught likin' that message (Jayda)
Soulja Boy the first rapper Kanye took off a track
On Drink Champs he told N.O.R
whip we bump, homie, stand up
We back on the block, get your hands up
You're dazed up and baked up
One little hit from the kush, you're spaced out
as you love it at this point
You don't want to do the point where you can get the money
But a lot of people fall out of love with it
Because a lot of other
of normality
By radically and automatically startin' off rapidly
Rap w/me
Come on perk a little work a little
In the middle nuclei we are responding
Stimuli
to burn the village
And come out with both hands intact
I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained
Now I catcall with dead walkers
I'll
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
I'ma take your life, rip the heart from out your chest
Fuck your brain, say Double to the R been recking havoc
I don't take the drugs to have the fun
trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page
of gettin' stacks
Makin' scratch the wrong way
What the song say
We murder motherfuckers daily
Blackout, blow the track out
My lyrics never fail me
I inhale
Since niggas are wired, this how it go, when you
hear me make a move to leave the room, then
that's the signal.
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