Lyrics:
All right now, now listen
Little girl walkin' down the street
She gotta subway smile & a heart in heat
Say I'll work it for you daddy
(Work it for
a taste its hard to bounce back
Rehab is like my 9 to 5, sorta just where I'm at
See the music keep calling man, she telling me "come on back
But I cant be
the chalice
Hands are pretty calloused
Pour a little out for those
Who couldn't take the malice
Work em hard until the sweat
Be dripping by the gallons
Until
Four to forty times down
Soul crushed by the same type
Blonde hair and blue eyes each waste
A few months of my life
Guess the 5'8 tall, dark-haired
celebs supposed to be the voice for the little
People that don't have a voice and are stuck in the middle
But only to Israel it seems they are committal
If
they hood up
But nine out of ten of us ain't got good luck
You gon' ride on a man and catch twenty-five
Or get hit and get sent to the other side
You
a party goin on)
[Vinnie]
Once again it's on it's been awhile since you heard the style
Yes it took a little time but now we worth your
Lot of rappers talking that shit, not enough doing that shit
Y'know i'm sayin'? yeah
People acting like I ain't a fucking criminal
Like I ain't
the sign of Scorpio
I was born in a boring town called Corning
Yo lordy yo!
By age five, Mom and Dad are split
But I survive
Surmise that my imaginary
consistently, without em closing
I intention cause Eye tension
By bringing highest tension
To the people on the stage huh
They got be watchful cuz hey
This
One hundred five Americans will be gunned down today
In the land of the free
And the home of the brave
Forty will be murdered, sixty five by their
struggle to get by
Shoot nuns, nothing said
I been rockin' with Kamachi since nine-five
You a pussy
I'm a fuckin' cat that got nine lives
I keep the ratchet
be a little stronger
Down for the ride
Need nobody by my side
Too scared to live a normal life
Im just tryna live it right
Cuz I do this for the people
OG's
Nowadays, blow it by the pound, this ain't OZ's
I don't split the five with my little homies
They wanna see me fail, wanna see me die slowly
But I
Show
And that’s what I claim when I’m interrogated by the 5-0
Ain’t got no record of me
One day I’ll get caught for murder
But I ain’t gonna be the one
they were beautiful back then
My Lord, Ma thought only
White people and light-skinned Black people
Were good-looking
They did not tell
Little
lip
Silver Bells and Low Places
Put in your name get 5 minute famous
A little bit hokey
A whole lotta smokey
Hangin' at the pub
Doing Santa's Karaoke
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
December, How could you not Remember
They thought it was something else, it was disguised, like the great pretender
People are sick, more people are getting
that ball
I'm little Ryan from 16, 6-5-0 Bayers
Remember me? I used to buy all the mystery mix Now And Laters
I used to wait for God to come down
Making you dumber than a fucking door knob
Avalanche they brains with white shit
That's a snow job
Discovered by little shorties
While stealing forties
The few surviving samurai survey the battlefield
Count the arms, the legs and heads and then divide by 5
Drenched in blood they move across
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
why
People out here droppin dead like flies
I used to see a home boy givin five
Now I say, "Man, you still alive?"
Cold as hell, the town I'm from
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