paroles de chanson
See
children
What
does
it
all
mean?
It
means
that
dirty
money
never
brings
any
luck,
nah
It
only
brings
misery,
despair,
and
disgrace
Nahmsayin'?
(1)
I
know
Tribeca
kids
seen
more
bodies
than
a
thug
9/11
Yo
this
shit
was
bugged
Two
bugs
splat
assed
under
Brooklyn
To
a
lot
of
cats
looking
back
thats
all
it
was
Thinking
that
we
won,
Thinking
that
we
done
Dumb
Tell
that
shit
to
my
pops
cus'
What
its
like
a
city
slicker
gritty
ripper
Of
silly
stickers
or
city
fixtures
(what,
what)
A
philly
splitter
Had
to
wait
ass
gravitate
to
a
pretty
figure
Gave
me
wood
rub
and
tug
enough
for
fifty
splinters
All
these
little
biddys
up
in
my
little
bitty
fingers
We
some
mutts
mick
spic
skinny
niggas
Say
word
if
these
words
paint
a
pretty
picture
So
every
mother
with
a
stroller
Eyeing
me
when
I
roll
up
Know
your
kids
gonna
be
just
like
me
when
he
grows
up
Just
watch
as
he
gets
older
saggy
pants
slang
lang
and
ain't
kosher
Coming
home
late
to
dinner
he
ain't
sober
Don't
blame
it
on
the
way
that
Wiki
do's
it
New
York
will
leave
you
gritty
and
foolish
its
our
city
influence
The
same
stupid
kids
on
your
stoop
getting
zooted
What
you
gonna
do
bitch?
You
don't
wanna
move
bitch
In
a
metropolis
where
its
getting
polished
but
its
still
ruthless
()x2
City
Slicker,
Gritty
ripper
Philly
splitter,
Guinea
nigga
Trouble
in
my
eyes
City
fixture
Say
word
if
these
words
paint
a
pretty
picture
(2)
Yous
just
an
average
ass
cat
with
a
gun
they
let
you
shoot
Protecting
who?
Strictly
for
the
revenue
Always
hear
"Hey
get
over
here!"
Brings
me
total
fear
when
it
goes
in
my
ear
Even
when
I'm
sober
and
clear
Its
like
they
see
the
trouble
in
my
eyes
I'm
drunk
so
every
cop
I
see
double
in
my
eyes
Against
the
car
thinking
of
my
rebuttal
but
I'm
high
So
I
can't
think
of
an
enough
subtle
of
a
lie
Who
am
I
hurting?
Why
are
you
searching?
Why
are
you
Ruining
my
day?
Aren't
you
learning?
You
don't
make
no
difference
just
take
those
tickets
Make
your
living
taking
his
living
I
hate
it
ain't
wit
it,
Nah
My
boy
sold
he
got
taken
right
in
its
Like
I
use
to
sell
weed
but
it
all
went
to
my
head
Not
for
real
though
I
smoked
it
all,
ended
up
in
debt
Told
my
connect,
robbed
by
some
veteran
thats
vexed
But
I
write
on
point
my
rhetorics
the
best
With
the
soul
of
a
five
point
resident
and
stressed
Every
time
I
spit
a
five
point
tenement
gets
(?)
But
that
don't
matter
now
pending
for
arrest
Murdered
some
tourist
who
wouldn't
lend
me
cigarettes
Betting
that
I
get
Life
in
prison
might
be
spitting
bull
shit
if
you
like
it
listen
hype
the
vision
Hyper
off
that
hypertension
DT's
got
sniper
vision
I
ain't
kidding
Block
been
hot
since
9/11
()
()x4
We
some
mutts
thinking
that
we
done
dumb
We
some
mutts
we
some
mutts
we
some
mutts
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