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Yo Yo I know you hate to hear the drama but drama's all we know We laugh with the rich cats when they leave we switch back Somebody asked yo how he get that with his bitch ass Comin' through on the humble just to chit chat He used to be down on the corner with us He was born with niggas but know he's on to mad figgas With mad bitches a sharp dresser Cool nigga but about to be called out By the heart testers never known for bustin his chrome Wasn't soft but wasn't respected till he was grown School he graduated somebody you could say had made it While we stayed in the projects walking the pavement Everybody has their ups and downs But this one kid had stayed rich while we slang the grave shifts I'm tired of it said a cat whose name I'mma leave anonymous Cuz he might take it as some kind of dis Anyway he saw him driving up inside the projects Tried to stick him but he got bodied in the process The victor had become the victim Thought he had a smooth nigga caught but a smooth nigga licked him
I'ma prison cell six by nine Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out I take the sun away put misery instead When you wit me most folks consider you dead I saw too many inmates fallin apart Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark Convicts think they alone but if they listen close They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin) I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winter If the court paroal ya then another con enters No remorse for your tears I seen em too often When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me Face to face with a cage no matter your age I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out Cause only you and I know what sufferings about Yo it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comming Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you You'll always be my property nigga stay legal
You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes I give you every second low-priced, if I so lies; the truth is Time waits for none of you, in fact he can't wait for the date to snatch the ground right from under you Small visions of better life if cheddar was right lurk in the mind, of young ones ahead of they time Trapped in the slums, beggin for nuttin but takin Headed for nuttin but the state pen, where they cousins be waitin Judges is not relatin to pleas, guns bustin where the kids play Richochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes in bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A. Around the way where we from Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young Life is every man's kingdom, a dyin man's past and a newborn's, first time to be here at last And shouldn't have to grow up fast, and suffer our pain Hustlin harder than the generations here before he came Goin through the same bullshit as our fathers Readin history, but who's the authors? For some the game is easy, for most of us the game is much harder But never lose faith; through the years just get smarter Ghetto prisoners.. ghetto prisoners..
Shit we ca go song for song. Amongs kings, poppa was a player, blaze a 50, fetus, drunk by myself etc. I love the roots but come on man.
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