Lyrics:
baby please im running out of options
I grab you by the hand dont give a fuck bout the gossip
These other bitches jealous they dont like the way we
mu'fuckin' mouth
(out yo' mouth) 3X
Cause I was raised in the motherfuckin'
(Luda) Southside, College Park
Yeah I rep that
Where there's money, all my dawgs
to heal that pain
Before the ways of the worldly blind you
Allow me to take this time to remind you
In the same place that your hurt resides you
Can find
and order
I lived by the gun
Shot ev'ry soul that ever did me wrong
And then I knew that justice was done
Once had a lawman come to town
With a warrant for
a sucka punk cop.
Move like a king when I roll, hops,
You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.
You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,
Why?
Christmas
Sneaking downstairs on Christmas Eve
I saw a sight that you just wouldn't believe
St. Nick by the fireplace dusting off his beard with
on Wheels nickle Dimin donut man
But now I'm grown and glazed Oakland to that Jose raised
Eating with these activists holdin Down the family name
We struggled
til ya, til ya choke
Burnin' Jays of that dour bud nigga
Turtle wax, triple polish-Cowabunga nigga
No amount of words could define
This hunger my nigga
niggas
Raised by goons goblins and killers
Lions tigers whatever my nigga
Taught me all the ways to get the skriller
Taught me all the ways to get
the heart
Something that stimulates the music in the measure
Measure in the music, raised in three parts
Casually see but don't do like the Soul
'Cause
the heart of a warrior
Spawned and raised in southern killer california
I got that bubble gum, yeah i got that JD
But JD only make a nigga crazy
But
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
throw 'em a westside, aint no thang,
we was raised off drive by's, brought up to bang,
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific,
we control all cash, from
face or
Would he say you looking for heaven but hell is that way
We gotta walk by faith not by sight
We gotta walk by faith not by sight
We gotta walk
(Highway killed the village)
(Highway killed fashion, killed fashion)
Ooh, (I was raised) I was raised (By the milliner) by the milliner
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
Am I the only one left that's real uh not tryna blow up like im kamikaze
If you at the table then you in the posse
Please don't double cross me thats
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
no bull shittin'
Never be quitting the music that we mixing
Anybody fixing for a diss is a victim
It's the r red e eye p posse in your area
Natives
my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', Go Vanilla Go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
this
Won't be on a play list
Bust the way that I say this: No Sell Out
You singers are spineless
As you sing your senseless songs to the mindless
the heart
Something that stimulates the music in the measure
Measure in the music, raised in three parts
Casually see but don't do like the Soul
'Cause
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