Lyrics:
Ayo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing to me
He had me feelin' like black was the thing to be
And suddenly the ghetto didn't seem so tough
team lock and load
And rock and roll like Aerosmith
Fuck cops I got Cochran Shapiro chips
One point five in ice in each earlobe shit
Fuck who you
Ayo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing to me
He had me feelin' like black was the thing to be
And suddenly the ghetto didn't seem so tough
again
This is total five per-cent business!
Say! Can I get some time?
To rock a rhyme, hope so
Heal the deaf, the dumb, the blind, Yes! Yo
Strictly
They approach a stable, out of which
streams a beam of light. They dismount and enter to find a
typical manger scene, with a baby in a rough crib
exciting again
Been working 9 to 5 and honestly not liking it
Gotta find my happiness to feel alright again
Working on myself, getting through the tough
way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with
Now I'm getting greeted by a Whole Lotta strangers
Haters big mad got a Whole Lotta anger
I'm dangerous and y'all in a Whole Lotta danger
I'ma keep
journey tough
But I go still get to the top by God's grace
(God's grace)
Baba mi lo ma so mi
So I be number one champion
Omo road e rough
But me I know say
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
well, here's another time, my friend
Don't tell me times are hard and tough
If you wanna be sharper than me
You gotta rub against something rough
and tough and all that good stuff
Never could I ever give my fans enough
In remembrance of Robert C. Davis which is my homie
Dangerous D-a-m-e, the one
a fuck about looking tough
Or rough
Im anonymous
A vigilant antichrist rebel
Anticop, shot by the fucking devil
Heaven or hell? Im on another level
she lovin' the dick (On God!)
In love with the bottle, not talkin' bout liquor, make me want to go (Me want to go)
I'm tough on the throttle, I'm rough
life be getting tough
Always got my back your always there to pick me up
Seen deep within your eyes i can tell you fell in love
Stay right by my side
Elementary year when I was really young
I would get jumped by these kids that would act tough
They made my life rough
Did it for years, guess they
Elementary year when I was really young
I would get jumped by these kids that would act tough
They made my life rough
Did it for years, guess they
I am be dangerous now
Not me hurt
When stairs fell down
Be pushed by you
Me hit head
Me nose broke
Soon you be dead
Soon you be dead
So
And until you do I'll be sleeping rough
The runners, yeah, they pass me by
The school run on the nine-to-five
Said, "I've been here for days, I don't
(Ghetto dope)
(5th Ward)
(5th Ward bass)
[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm one bad muthafucka out the Nickel
If a boy think he rough enough, then tell him just
green
I plead the 5th, 6th
And prop 215
Them no legalize ganjah
But cigarettes more dangerous
And we can not let babylon continue
To play games with
laughing
They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tacchini
The game is tough! The stakes are your life...
I wanna talk about a concept I've observed
G-A-M-E, "game"; that's the word
But I ain't talkin'
the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G B-O-I, nigga, please
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