Look God, it's the same me And I basically know now, we get racially profiled Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down Plus I got a whole city
commerece, blasting the somber We always stand guard over the late shift The cause and effect of the light and the mist In the world of mixtapes and
and pain, pleasure and pain Another man's loss, another man's gain Stay in the game, pleasure and pain We treasure the fame, pleasure and pain Pleasure and
I don't work for that Devil shit We kicked him out of Hell We overthrew him, stabbed him with a cross And cut off his tail And so it's ours, we
fire And this earth shit is next, and I'm burning it down When I look around, it ain't no fucking heroes in town I don't work for that Devil shit
? Cause I?m confused. I can?t eat and I can?t sleep. Friends keep telling me that I should move on, And find a new love, But so hard for me? When we
and a buzz Right to the head and the grave is dug Mean Mugs, nigga's ain't never seen love So they stream blood while I fiend bub full of green shrubs And
city where thugs don't live that long So sleeping in a home where only gangsta's roam All nite long and ah thuggin' there for days Wit my G's and we
was mainly slangin kane by the pies and the fiends was payin for dangerous high o b and amonia we mix it down no sleep on the corner the pitch mound and
wit me But you can love me or hate me, baby, you're stuck wit me And I'm a fluff till the police come and get me We run dis city, you can't do nothin
If he so loves the sun, rock rock on Yo I be slippin' a rippin' the party till the break of dawn If you love rich nice or you hate rich nice Take my advice
lamma and got a bitch in Atlanta and every time I fuck her, yo it's on camera and I'm the freak type, get head and lay meat right y'all niggas burned
I got stripes and bars from a life at war Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty y'all Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and sacks For the
it round the ceiling fan and end it right here Kick the ladder cause I climbed that twice Hate it or love it, I'm one blood nigga, it's my life And I
life.? And they didn?t. So he died. He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected. He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated
me and 'Ye do Yeah Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does people walk and talk in they sleep Cold
nothing but niggas fronting, shitty drugs and drama Girls who want Prada, women who want powder Children are more violent from living with less guidance And
hard knocks and overachievers From the City of Brotherly Love, they sayin' we need you To be the voice of the people and go against all this evil Some people hate
