a silly little thing like pressure with a crazy little self control to find comfort in our bodies that our minds could never outgrow but here we are - we?re just people
everybody fifty cents From a quarter Where I come from Yeah The streets ain't timid But I feel at home in it Gotta see a couple people I ain't got at In a
a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film Just a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed The ghetto
politics Why wouldnt i? Says negro on my birth certificate Born in 1960 in a nation Throughout / ive been a spokesperson For a generation Within the same ol fear of a
lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord Yonder lies a steel drivin' man Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh, Lord Yonder lies a steel drivin' man Yonder lies a
a game 'til them thangs come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out.. .. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga Think it's a game
peace While you bark a lot about your glock, never had to walk the walk You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a dude who likes to talk a lot That's why
, why are we Living in a world, world, world so cruel Why, why, why are we Living in a world, world, world so cruel This Reverend from Heaven Just makin
with new tags, in case you wanna chase I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people
a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk
we just-a come Gunfinga cocked in-a di air, make it bum Bo! That's for my ghetto people Cause the world's unfair, never was equal Lick a bo! That's for
let this sparkle in wine Wet my throat rockin' the trenchcoat, flashin' to get mine Not hesitant, 'cuz the Henny keeps me bent Just tryin' to make a cent
's a game 'til them thangs come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out 'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga Think it's a game
listen, we on a mission To get right, workin street corner in the midnight Picture the scene, these fiends with fire Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a
, listen, we on a mission To get right, workin' street corner in the midnight Picture the scene, these fiends with fire Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a
, I dip in the sides there be a sweeter by the seater Cocoa powder, bubble bath, and rubbing alcohol For 5 fuckin' cent you could buy them all I'm a
the walk by kicking sand in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
