Lyrics:
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
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
popping things for their cranium that is dangerous
I never sell my soul for a temporary flavourless
Quest that is governed by the devil dog
I use to sit in
blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor
on the tips
Just put some new diamonds on my wrist
Stressed out bout to roll another splif
Pack strong walk by you getta Whiff
I'm out my brain
Mutha Fuckas
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
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
link
I might upgrade and might bust down it
Shine hard, like I'm supposed to
I'm a king nigga in a slum village
When you speakin' that real shit
Even
on a mission lookin for the one im tryna find
but i get caught living life by the rhyme
living life on the grind
living like I, be 20-something on my birthday
and tryin' to juice me for my bank
Swingin' with my main man Lucky behind my back
What type of crap is that, yo, how's about a smack?
Word life, I can't
where we from the
City from the slum we gutted Out went from gutta to glory
Here to tell you my story an unsung hero by the grace of
God that made it out
Comin‘ and gone
Life can be done in a moment
Sharin‘ a lot in my songs
Even though I don’t know nothing
I don’t want nothing but love
You can just
Pap Pip CT
Came to the slum village business way before T3
Givin' hoes the runaround
We just call 'em track meets
It's funny now when I look back
Hard to look inside that mirror, still protected by them prayers
Momma warned about my greed, seen that portal appear
That's a different type of fear,
up and living well
Made my life living hell
You want me so bad I can tell
Down bad like u stuck in a well
You switched like rogers to bell
Don't bother
probably sample that
Somebody please record it
My life a movie you can marvel at it
The type that have you stay after the credits
Moving free like static
Running up the bag, bout to make it flip
Ahh, running it up
This for my niggas, who never had much
Raised by a queen
Said follow our dreams
Tried out for
come here and I guess I did
Survive the scum and I'd become someone but never did
These village slums I let become my life I guess I did
I'm just
Down near the village of old San Miguel
In a far away place by the sea
Lived Maria Consuela Manuel
A lady of high born degree
And she was sixteen
of these ladies crowdin' around!
Hey, they're ready to get down with the Slum Village!
Hey, they came with the fantastic
Nah, they hittin' you with
of these ladies crowdin' around!
Hey, they're ready to get down with the Slum Village!
Hey, they came with the fantastic
Nah, they hittin' you with
trouble:
It's just another rhumba
But it certainly has my numb-bah
So much so, that I can't eat or slum-bah
Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
Why
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
Started my life in an old, cold, rundown tenement slum (tenement slum)
My father left, he never even married mom
I shared the guilt my mama knew
So
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