Lyrics:
Yo
I never had my hands out
Waiting for the next man to put me on
Found my own way in this world
Without a compass on
East, west, north, south
Got
jokes
Say I'm not black cus I rep with white folks
MAN PLEASE!
I hear the hate in your voice when you say it
So I'ma keep makin music for whoever wants
you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest
Style
I admit it
I'm guilty
Only God can judge me
Gave me life as a sentence
I'm all in like fuck it
Why my best life ain't living
Made sumn outta nun
Had
He'd go see a doctor but he don't have the money
Worse off walking out then walking in ain't that funny
This is America
Eyes open
Blue ceiling above
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Yeah, that's kind of what it is
So on that note, uh, haha, America's most
First off gotta send shout outs to my niggas
Then shout outs to my inner
hungry
Real niggas don't notice you
I'm the only dopeboy quotable
Pocket get me everything I want
Riding 'round with Miguel Cotto in the trunk
What I'm
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
that we can't say
Long as we stand by one another, shit gon' be okay
We go as far as I go in the shit, guess I'm the transmission
Corona shit then
to get this paper
Son whassup with you nigga?
Yeah true, ain't nuttin, ain't nuttin why'know
Ain't seen you in a minute dunn
Yeah, just chillin,
only escape into their heads
To find peace in the form of a dream, peace in the form of a dream
Cause take away our PlayStations
And we are
that old life so boring
I been goin' crazy I ain't thinkin' 'bout a lady
Only 23 I ain't thinkin 'bout a baby
I ain't thinkin' 'bout jobs where they pay
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
united by a par of shackles
At Birth seen no nurses, only lab coats
Flaco, yet eat up everything like a Black hole
Your defense can't go against
My
the price in the stock market crash."
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."
"Horrific place, ladies and gentlemen, the smoke and the flames
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it, in America too long
All we want to do is live
officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it, in America too long
All we want to do is live
chest
these are men Americas best
one hundred men will test today but
only three win the Green Beret
trained to live off natures land
trained in combat
be there when there's zero
Soon we hood rich
Buffalo soldier
Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo soldier
Buffalo soldier (in the heart of America
It was a warm Wednesday morning, down south in Parkland
Where the only news there was of the high school and its band
With all its suburbs and parks,
count is the only moment of silence
'Cause hush money balances all this drugs and violence
Hat trick under my mattress
Date I stop still has
(Ooh ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)
Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when
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