Lyrics:
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "Bitch!"
You
think we care? I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
In real real life, we roll correctly
A lot of suckers would like
Bang beetter run dou
Getting rundown
Raised in the bando
By the mandem
Quick way to lose dough
Be the girldem
Bang who the don don
Ask in London
Bang
and precise
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The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do
at mang?
I drop my first album and then D-Day came
Step out my car
Raised the bar that CD: "Pdank"
Back when rap night was hosted by DJ Shade
Took guys by
I’m takin' just can't everybody give me
'Cause it just ain't the way that I do
By the walk and the way I talk, I’m givin' you love
The game many I loss
posse, she a fan of us
I don't know no niggas that could touch us
I don't like when bitches acting stuck up
They ain't give me shit I had to luck up
I
rap circle's around these Lame's
Bitch it's in the game
Raised on food locker free lunch we ain't seen much
Three niggas piece on one blunt
That bammer
you gotta keep it open to receive the real
And the only thing that's real in this life is love
And every gift that I posses, it came from above
Don't be
no P.I. like me if you ain't workin' no hoes
Can't do the shit we do, the way we do wit' no dough
That's like trying to win a ballgame, if you ain't
it right
And we had just gotten back off tour last night
So the gang and I thought that it would be groovy
If we summoned up the posse and done rushed
on the seventh, my n-
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my momma be sayin'
that we'd be kicking back by now
I know that life is a bitch, I know that life is a bitch
I thought we'd put her in a cab by now
But I'm stressing, I
the drugs
I was raised like this so i embrace it and live it
Repping every ghetto in the city where life is afflicted
Brough forth by destiny this life i
Hk:
I was in the field when they found me/ Being raised in the Mudd// I turn all that chicken into Ground Beef/ I was raised by them thugs//
Pt2:
some lads in the hood, raised in that 27
Always up to no good (aye, aye)
We some lads in the hood, raised in that 27
Always up to no good (aye, pussy)
I'm Ready
Detroit born and raised
Eastside 7mile
I spent most of my days
Mom and pop split ways
To westside I reside
The zip code a lie
To go
lookin' at em in a judgey way
Truth is, I ain't never felt like I should run a way
I ain't never had to live a life that I fuckin' hate
I know people
To spark your mission posse, til way past dark
(Don't park there's no standin') or I'll play the five-oh
You don't stop movin' until the Serch says so
the cross
But if you cross that line, Hoss
This is where I'm from this is how I was raised
Ain't a damn thang you gonna change
My Papaw taught me how
Cause when you weak, critical the only condition
Fuck that old saying, raised up different
So we never forgive, and the motto is live
Cause you only get
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