Lyrics:
the same
We've all got problems, and we all feel alone
We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold
We could fill our coffins with
The rocks they have
We hustle In order to get by to the next day
Ducking informants,keeping our names outta they essays
Watching for 12 jumping out for brothers
and serving just to get by
I wanna hold all of my city, love on mothers who've cried
For the babyboys police came knocking for, and they like kin to me
They
could be mad (could be mad)
I dun seen my life (i dun seen my life)
I dun lived my life (lived my life)
There's a war going on in Newaga Streets
What my nigga Chuck got tucked in Duck closet?
Where we from we got bread and he cuz
And got enough to raise hell in the streets cuz
We was raised by
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
even if I died last I’d be survived by nothing but class
They knew my vision was the future From way back in da past I left them to laugh and hate while
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
Came up in these streets that's how i'm living
You can't understand my life if you ain't lived it yeah
Pray that all i did can be forgiven
Cause
life
Till they come carry me away
I've been there in LA nights
In the block where I came up
My pops used to hate
When we hanged with them bangers
They can gentrify the hood but they can never change the seed
Only life we ever knew by 8th grade selling weed
Junior year starting moving up to pressed
wondered if she had lived
The things they might have done
But really most of all right now
He thought about his son
Back To A Reason (Part II)
Time
until my cats get closed
Once upon a time in this place called hood
Where the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good
Lived this legendary
to do
They say they love
When I get up on that street shit
Take em to Miami
Not none of that south beach shit
Run into your house
Like it’s the finish
I used to think we lived at the top of the world
When the world was just a subway map
And the one-slash-nine
Climbed a dotted line to my place
brain
But I still get brain, no hands no teeth
Nowadays, niggas are killas on the beat
But where I was raised all of the killas was down the street
Sydney to his club and feels free
They close the bar, he finds his car and then goes home to sleep
And his wife has been with Rosie, in the parlour where
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Mannie Fresh]
Once upon a time in this place called hood
Where the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good
Lived this
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
I've lived my whole life, made mistakes,
From the get-go,
Street kid from the start, right, no regrets though,
I do what I want, yeah, 'cause I
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
with the thumb down
Such is life, such is happiness
Hibiscus flowers, they grow everywhere here
If you wear one, put it behind your ear
Down in
yo yo
I woke up around nine, day felt like no other
Kissed wifey on the forehead, told her that I love her
Thinking as I look for where my car keys
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