No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia
Peru, uncut baby, what?
Life is a struggle
That's why real niggas I know stay on the juggle
Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin'
It seems sickenin', but what?
Whatever makes the pockets thickin'
**** the police and no remorse for the beasts
That's lost on the streets,
I'm lost chief, runnin' through strips,
Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
Skitzo, clepto, killin' shit up throughout the metro
My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug inves*************ents
Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference
And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation
So what you're facin', is realism that's in activation
Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand
Me and fam, sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams
It's all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans
Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands
What? For my hype niggas (Uncut)
Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
This is as, pure as o***m
Shots awoken em, fake uniform jakes approachin' em
Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' em
However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
Cuz my method's perfected
I'm movin' sceptic and never show
I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
While I'm sippin' Cristal I mess with Long Island and Moe
A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
Puffin' exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale, cuz if I don't live to tell
Then **** it, farewell
I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell
What? For my hype niggas (Uncut)
Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and drug sellers
What the ****in' cats can't tell us,
if they ain't got bread to bail us?
Have to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool
It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore
Yo dun, ****in' the 4.....
Mother****ers think we're playin', back em down
Holdin' niggas for hostages, what? What?
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.917]No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia
[00:05.041]Peru, uncut baby, what?
[00:09.817]Life is a struggle
[00:10.676]That's why real niggas I know stay on the juggle
[00:12.663]Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
[00:15.073]Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin'
[00:17.711]It seems sickenin', but what?
[00:19.146]Whatever makes the pockets thickin'
[00:20.638]**** the police and no remorse for the beasts
[00:22.588]That's lost on the streets,
[00:25.474]I'm lost chief, runnin' through strips,
[00:30.893]Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
[00:33.152]Skitzo, clepto, killin' shit up throughout the metro
[00:35.651]My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug inves*************ents
[00:38.156]Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference
[00:40.816]And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation
[00:43.334]So what you're facin', is realism that's in activation
[00:46.152]Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand
[00:48.454]Me and fam, sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams
[00:50.731]It's all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans
[00:53.512]Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands
[00:56.743]What? For my hype niggas (Uncut)
[00:58.649]Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
[01:01.042]This is as, pure as o***m
[01:06.424]Shots awoken em, fake uniform jakes approachin' em
[01:09.022]Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' em
[01:11.484]However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
[01:13.837]Cuz my method's perfected
[01:14.840]I'm movin' sceptic and never show
[01:16.694]I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
[01:19.015]While I'm sippin' Cristal I mess with Long Island and Moe
[01:21.560]A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
[01:24.246]Puffin' exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
[01:27.132]So exhale, cuz if I don't live to tell
[01:29.185]Then **** it, farewell
[01:30.153]I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell
[01:32.551]What? For my hype niggas (Uncut)
[01:34.384]Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
[01:36.810]So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and drug sellers
[01:39.424]What the ****in' cats can't tell us,
[01:40.753]if they ain't got bread to bail us?
[01:42.429]Have to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
[01:45.069]From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool
[01:47.427]It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
[01:49.801]Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore
[01:52.216]Yo dun, ****in' the 4.....
[01:54.131]Mother****ers think we're playin', back em down
[01:57.343]Holdin' niggas for hostages, what? What?
No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia
Peru, uncut baby, what?
Life is a struggle
That's why real niggas I know stay on the juggle
Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin'
It seems sickenin', but what?
Whatever makes the pockets thickin'
**** the police and no remorse for the beasts
That's lost on the streets,
I'm lost chief, runnin' through strips,
Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
Skitzo, clepto, killin' shit up throughout the metro
My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug inves*************ents
Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference
And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation
So what you're facin', is realism that's in activation
Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand
Me and fam, sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams
It's all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans
Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands
What? For my hype niggas (Uncut)
Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
This is as, pure as o***m
Shots awoken em, fake uniform jakes approachin' em
Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' em
However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
Cuz my method's perfected
I'm movin' sceptic and never show
I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
While I'm sippin' Cristal I mess with Long Island and Moe
A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
Puffin' exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale, cuz if I don't live to tell
Then **** it, farewell
I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell
What? For my hype niggas (Uncut)
Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and drug sellers
What the ****in' cats can't tell us,
if they ain't got bread to bail us?
Have to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool
It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore
Yo dun, ****in' the 4.....
Mother****ers think we're playin', back em down
Holdin' niggas for hostages, what? What?
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.917]No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia
[00:05.041]Peru, uncut baby, what?
[00:09.817]Life is a struggle
[00:10.676]That's why real niggas I know stay on the juggle
[00:12.663]Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
[00:15.073]Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin'
[00:17.711]It seems sickenin', but what?
[00:19.146]Whatever makes the pockets thickin'
[00:20.638]**** the police and no remorse for the beasts
[00:22.588]That's lost on the streets,
[00:25.474]I'm lost chief, runnin' through strips,
[00:30.893]Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
[00:33.152]Skitzo, clepto, killin' shit up throughout the metro
[00:35.651]My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug inves*************ents
[00:38.156]Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference
[00:40.816]And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation
[00:43.334]So what you're facin', is realism that's in activation
[00:46.152]Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand
[00:48.454]Me and fam, sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams
[00:50.731]It's all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans
[00:53.512]Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands
[00:56.743]What? For my hype niggas (Uncut)
[00:58.649]Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
[01:01.042]This is as, pure as o***m
[01:06.424]Shots awoken em, fake uniform jakes approachin' em
[01:09.022]Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' em
[01:11.484]However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
[01:13.837]Cuz my method's perfected
[01:14.840]I'm movin' sceptic and never show
[01:16.694]I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
[01:19.015]While I'm sippin' Cristal I mess with Long Island and Moe
[01:21.560]A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
[01:24.246]Puffin' exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
[01:27.132]So exhale, cuz if I don't live to tell
[01:29.185]Then **** it, farewell
[01:30.153]I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell
[01:32.551]What? For my hype niggas (Uncut)
[01:34.384]Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
[01:36.810]So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and drug sellers
[01:39.424]What the ****in' cats can't tell us,
[01:40.753]if they ain't got bread to bail us?
[01:42.429]Have to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
[01:45.069]From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool
[01:47.427]It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
[01:49.801]Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore
[01:52.216]Yo dun, ****in' the 4.....
[01:54.131]Mother****ers think we're playin', back em down
[01:57.343]Holdin' niggas for hostages, what? What?
Minolta, double exposure, wide lens view
Check credentials and niggas next to push tha Benz through
You know the glow iced out rings long dough
I play...
Rock the house (rock the house)
East New-York, East New-York
East New-York, East New-York
East New-York, East New-York
East New-York, East New-York
To...
I do me for a G Note, niece, she's yellin Nemo
Mama bear, she there, losin hair cause of the chemo
Every door buzz, little cause see at the peek hole
...
Yeah
For those that's locked in Comstock
Rikers Island
Rikers Island
Cracker's Island
I wake up to them rappin tunes every afternoon
I be home soon, I...
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Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Yea yea
Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msay...
Yeah.. it's 2G
Brooklyn-Queens connection
Y'all bout to feel somethin, y'all never felt before
I'm close range
****** with you I gotta get AK material...
Uh huh
Word Up..........
Yeah
Love me now love love me now
Since Illmatic this shit started that never departed
I flossed retarded for them lost in ...
Gon' let it ride out
This what the world been missin right here
Best kept secret
We all evolved from the city of Gods
We all evolved from the city of ...