Lyrics:
everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
Don't pop me no fucking pill, I'mma a pop you
I'm in my longest ride
With my 45 by myself
And I have no gas
I'm flying where I'm
Stuck where I go faster
Drop top in my whip bitch fuck a key
When
I'll get killed at
[Verse 2]
Now in the entertainment industry they have sweeps weeks
But it's Thursday in my hood when they sweep them streets
A whole
deal with things, that you don't have to
(Deal with things you don't have to)
He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm
(No, no)
But you could feel
talk whatever we could do that it's your dime)
(From harlem's from where I came, don't worry about my name,)
(Up on one-two-five they call me sweet
a week
Now, when he was being paid only twenty dollars a week the name seemed too long and important
It should perhaps have been Mr. James D. Young
But
hands up in the air
In the air yea
I was born in the jungle where there was no life
Day by day all we do is survive
Oh Lord come show me your light
Take
about it is that the niggas kept it true
Inglewood family is what they claim to bang
Street Rue and Maddog, I think that was his name
But
what it sound like when your entering Lynn
City of sin pass the Walmart, the car wash and kfc
Turn at the light on Lynn way
To commercial street
No way
you judge me
If you can't see
My face or hear my name
Can't get no help from the policeman
Can't get no help from the policeman
Can't get no help from
the street but he's no bum
He's the rockabilly star from the days of old
He used to have teeth all filled with gold
He got platinum voice but only gold
On that day when I see
All that You have for me
When I see You face to face
There surrounded by Your grace
All my fears swept away
In the light
still remember and the feeling's still the same
And this pain inside of me goes on and on, even now
Even now when I have come so far
I wonder where you
I'm in a place I'm not supposed to be
Because where I am is not for me
I need to get out there, I need to be free
Because I feel as if I'm restrained
By
your wants and needs uh
Grew up on a block where you get lectured by the fiends
Show respect, lil' nigga, take it in and let him speak
They told me, keep
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
(We we'll continue to give you more information)
(As this bizarre scene develops)
What's my name, well, aren't you special
One by one by gonna earn
Free uncs, last time you was on road, man, they didn't have no phones with a camera
Picture that, I can't stand that
Meanwhile, the feds still tryna
some months
In his name I run it up
These streets get no trust, these streets get no trust uh, yea
Double up cuz I meant that
Chase a fat bag everyday
my seatbelt on KITT
Stop right here, where we at?
Shotty part of Brooklyn it gets rough out here KITT
(Michael's callin, I have to go)
I don't
So I told you where I hang out
Ya got some sellin' then
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin' up out the cain house
Nigga just for
Last but not least, yo, Eazy's no sell-out
And if you can't hang in the streets
Then get the hell out
I'm not tryin to tell ya what to do
You have your
DMV be where the realest be
We ain't never need the industry
37 that is South East
Got 37 niggas in the streets
Star power
Heard they selling with
by that store i cant let em tax us
My name speak for itself so i dont gotta talk folk i dont gotta act tough!
Cause if i say the word youngins swerve
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