Lyrics:
intellectual
Dust smokin', pretty boy playwright posin'
Folks wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam reject devil
White bread no money havin' slum village people
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
village, edon enter mboko
Ekema nodi hear, ekema nodi hear
Ekema nodi hear
Ekema, no wan go ei lewa
Ei say na to travel go city hustle paper
Now nobi na
in from a lot of different spots
Shift never over, soldiers workin' 'round the clock
I no longer gamble since my partna lost his top
I hustle
not impressed by you at all, so you won't see me again
Her and I rock a wedding, so we can not speak again
Graduated out the streets, in the slum they
Gotta Go Get it
Gotta Go Get it
Is it Dough Is it Gold
Is it money is it money
Is it Gang is it Fame
Gotta hustle hard yeah
Is it Dough Is it Gold
Is
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
the mind as
I stop and inhale
Currently placing the stereotype of a system
That set me to fail
I walk through the slums of homicide
Where everyday promises
what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die, the world is a ghetto
Five hundred niggas died in guerilla warfare
In a village in Africa, but didn't
The world is a slum
The world is a joke
The world is a backroom deal
So you might as well take whatever you can
You might as well do what you feel
hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams
I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it
I'll rock 'til
I am covered by his grace o
I no de look Uche face o
I and I it's Emey here I de so
Me I no de look Uche face o
Na my hustle me I de so
Give me power
too dey hustle gotta wake up early
Lagos too dey hustle gotta wake up early
4am ni mo ti ji
Iya anybody ti o le ni kpe mi o ni lie
I'm waking by 4 from
All day all night we still dey find
Money on my mind I swear ago shine
Ohh yow yow yow
Nuff uh demma pree fi mi downfall buh mi deh like a palm tree by
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes
Diesel by the bundles and the hard grams of Caine
D's when they come through, it's hard to get some change
Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong
Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long
[Yung Joc]
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by
deeper than the slums of America the terror tough
That is why by the age of 9 they preparing us
Knowing how to load a gun, shoot it and create a bomb
But
up
Bygones be bygones
Me I go still buy gun
Came from the damn slums
Seen snakes and Pythons
I might just turn it up
Turn it up turn it up
Early in
Lawwd Lawwd Lawwd Lawwd Lawwd Lawwd...
I'm back from the slums, here I come, let the drums run
Every second count, all my breath, till I ain't got
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
I was born in a small village
I was still a child when we were raided by soldiers
Foreign soldiers
Torn from my elders, I was made to speak their
that's the old me
Village boy living life in the big city
Riding round centre it get hot, piffy
I like getting high cause i forget my sorrows
I get fly,
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