American born, American raised, American made My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen
Uhh, y'know, I still run with that, that blood of a slave Boilin' in my veins, it's just hot Until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen I spit a
Woke up this mornin', yeah, you got yourself a gun Yeah, yeah, yeah, got yourself a gun Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So I got mine,
Yeah aiyyo it's poison Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin
{Yeah, peace king, peace king Listen, they wrote a book on your life, right You think anybody'll read it? No fuckin' doubt! Let's make history homey,
Fuck Jay-Z What's up niggas, ay yo I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck
[sample singing] "woke up this mornin', you got yourself a gun, you got yourself a gun".. [chorus] Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy
"Cause when I flow the for the street " - " who else could it be" "Nas " Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before
I know you can feel the magic baby Turn the mother**** lights down Esco whuttup? I mean, it's what you expected ain't it? Let's go Turn the music up
QB! Where the fuck y?all at? Ha! Ha! Ha! Yeah! Let?s go! Kiss money! Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating Hate him or love him for the same reason
[Damian Marley] As we enter Come now we take you on the biggest adventure [Nas] Must be dementia, that you ever thought You could touch our credentials
Yeah, it?s like wakin? up from a bad dream (America) Just to figure out you wasn?t dreamin? in the first place If all I saw was gangsters comin? up as
Life, I wonder Will it take me under, I don't know Imagine smokin' weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine goin' to court with no trial Lifestyle
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on we superfly Made Gucci this shit, Louis too, suits and ties Player trophies, pray to Goldie Picture wax museums
See no evil, fear no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil If you don't bring that shit around you You ain't got nuttin' to worry about Yeah, knah-sayin'?
Uh uh, yo They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in
Hip hop Hip hop Is dead (Had to flip this track again, y'all) Hip, hip hop Hip hop Is dead Hip, hip hop Hip, hip hop Is dead (NYC, Dirty South) Hip