Lyrics:
talk a good game, but speaking is poop
You can never bury I, many have already tried
Soundboy, you're a bitch like Kelly Price
I'm Ghetto, you're any guy
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
that women are really the strongest human beings
But why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things
I guess it's your way of saying we gotta
who you are and might not make it off of the board alive
Ain't no problem wit it but it's borderline
What my niggas been on the ghetto but life in
the Dude
On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' R. Kelly
And right before I cut her, it was confessions from Usher
She ain't used to a thug, she love
a Polite Name For Ghetto as in Black Ghetto. Those of Us That Don't Live in the Ghetto are brought here usually by Television and usually when there are only
check
Disguised as business men
Said, "Who let in R Kelly's clique?"
Bringing crack rocks on the plane
I throw him down on the
Floor and start pounding
I
Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how
Days are so crazy, what can we do?
They're killing us slowly by
Attacking our food where's the sovereignty?
Why would we just standing on picket signs
42nd street terminal
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money and the most
Uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are
looters, boosters, and ghettos poppin'
King of the past, present, future, my ancestors watching
King of the culture, king of the soldiers, king
music plus weed and hemmy does
I been around minneso' hoe so you know who and what we are,
A guaranteed pimp game ghetto super stars
They
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothin' is
melanin
Yeah, that's that chocolate, chocolate
(Uh) we be killin' 'em
With all that chocolate, chocolate
Hey, ladies (yeah?), Are you ready (yeah?)
the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my
a blessing but my name is never mentioned, I'm not even from the ghetto but I still don't get the credit. Yes I said it all these wannabe rappers are so
of everything you thought was progress
And that was bullshit, I mean your life is full of turmoil
You spoiled by fantasies of who you are
I feel bad for you
I
auf Aggro, alte A&R's am Anschrei'n
Anti-Aging Ambition, Achi ala A-Z
Attraktiver Anblick angeboren, Anzug adrett
Boss bei Bräuten, busy Bora
Buzzer B
prison)
(While they losin' their religion)
These, eyes of mines are like, camera lens
Loved by many but stabbed by my friends
Is this the end? Some
Dolce Gabbana Prada
Dress dress up baby model
She don't smoke but she smoke when i call her
Damn my lil baby the hottest she bougjie she ghetto she
Religion ain't really my thing
Either my skin
Style or I fit in based on what I think
From my POV
Most relatives are just strangers
Sedatives for the trauma
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