Lyrics:
for y'all, we wouldn't be real players
Ha ha ha ha ha
We're comin' in group with mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene
daily, constantly happenin
-so what, we next or what?
-nigga, we tryin to come up and raise them little ones
-well, let's find a way out this shit
-well,
these other mothafuckers
Struck twice in the same place by a moody Zues fishliner
Smackin the third clear out the park
Going gone (To infinity
little brother got shot reppin' his avenue
It's time for us to stop and redefine black power
Forty one souls murdered in fifty hours
The paper read
again rulin again
Watch as we do it again
You little suckers know better, I go head up
If your man left the joint in the whip then tell him go get it
for so long but in time I'll make it up
I swear I'll keep in touch and try to give the best advise
We only got each other in a world that isn't nice
and always testing the limit
I was a soldier in the game yeah they called me Lieutenant
Certified green thumb
Counting cash, rolling blunts
Every beat I'm
they
Know they'd have to cap a victim
But their little brothers and sisters
Are missing out on dinners
They'll do whatever it takes to
Make the hunger
other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up
tucker
I don't trust 'em, I don't love her
Little brother
Don't make me reach out and touch ya
I don't got candy but I'll
Turn your head to Gushers, sucka
between them, fast asleep, and the other two are using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over its head. The table is a large one, but
love
Back door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
Ain't no need to wait around for what never seems to come along
Face
battle
Your soldiers and your machines
The sun been blacked out by shadows
The darkest hour now you've ever seen
And I'm easy and I'm serious
They
me, shit was hard
Went to god once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew that I respected (why?)
Didn't know why,
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane,
Flash that buttery, gold jittery, zeitgeist
Wither by the watering hole what a patrol
What are we to Heart Huckabee?
Art fuckery, suddenly?
Not
a little somethin' man
All these brothers around here fiendin' for that crack-a-lack-a-lack
You dig what I'm sayin'? Yo man, all they wanna do is get what
Made by the, ah, Flesh (flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh)
(the Flesh, the Flesh)
Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide
deep in your mental,
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I love niggas, because niggas are me. And I should only love that which is me. I love that you niggas go
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of budget, all I gots to say is bye
My locomotion that's in motion, overwhelms all friction
Got the dicks inside my pocket, I got soldiers in the prisons
They
I think for the most part our generation is
Filled with a bunch of motherfucking cowards
And I say that man cause we beef with amongst each other
there, dark red dirt by his side
What had he tried?
I could've sworn he was giving out signs
It was one or the other, his life or my brother's
I didn't
withdrew earlier in the day
So the French capture the city Donon there's no way
With little resistance they are duped to advance
Only to be lit up by
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