Lyrics:
day
Then we got the pleasure to tour, you was the realest
You showed us love, it was us, Bahamadia, and Slum Village
Rest in peace Dilla, R.I.P. Guru
I
day
Then we got the pleasure to tour, you was the realest
You showed us love, it was us, Bahamadia, and Slum Village
Rest in peace Dilla, R.I.P. Guru
I
one
Live life on the edge
Cause you will never know when your time gon' come
Different ambitions come straight out the slums
Gotta buss down both of my
the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
Life's like a carnival every day
But we
a beat by the pound
Nigga you just an ounce
Fuck that you just a milligram my nigga
Tryna get a glimpse of the life
Yo my life is like sorta like
enough to paint my name in the sky
Fuck this game
Get a little bit of chains and get by
Mindframe of a nigga out his brain doin' time
This is heroine,
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
flowers quick, my death is a start-up business
another gatekeeper trying to sell me my ambition
a whole banquet of crumbs
gee thanks for slums, it hanker my
I've never had love for the feds
But I've always had love for my slum
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So my people in
I'm blowing up
I can't stand a bitch who leaves a man in the slums
(Baby)
Why you actin different?
Why you running circles round my feelings like
to run
Older cats max but young godz they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
is crazy
Situations everchanging
No need to cry may the lord continue to be your guide
Continue to stay by your side
Little village boy
Please don't
Beep
Hey hey hey
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
Rags to the riches the humma the money
Trap out
intellectual
Dust smokin', pretty boy playwright posin'
Folks wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam reject devil
White bread no money havin' slum village people
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
it wanted to brawl
I'll admit that my life at Mariner's Village is great
Moserah left paradise the first time same as that man whose b**** listened
Praying I make it home for my finish
I'm tryna walk thru a Jamaican Slum Village, smelling like Tea Tree (T3)
Gold all on my body, no C-3P
Oh but I see
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My
Blaze)
Real as they come
Where I'm from, I'm the trillest one
Raised by the dealers in the village slum
Unemployment's high, it's harder to get a gig
I'd like to thank everyone for coming out to "The Minstrel Show" tonight, uh
Especially our guests uh, Elzhi of Slum Village
Don't be afraid, you
chose that life
So you can't run I'm in the trenches by my self feel like the king of the slums uh
(I'm in the trenches by myself) feel like the king
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
Niggas po' pimpin like they been broke
Mind set is do or die
For the cash money sell their soul to the bluest eye
Every slum and village is the same
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