real out hear Like noone undastands sometimes Like people can see whats really going on,like people just going mad infront of me u get me Everyones growing up 2
i was gripping on ur pelvis now your try to act up saying that im selfish na na i aint ready for no pickney i cant help it and its too late 2 say i shud
Verse 1: Mike G It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame Dealin' drugs on the
much to stay awake for, to sleep or even take 4, seconds out the game its time to wage war scissors, grab a sword, and sharpen up your hunting knives
'm not involved Then I hear don't then I'm right in road I got caught up by the sidewalk It's like the roads ain't lettin' go [Chorus x2] I want you
conniving mothafuckers wanna stash it up You actin' up, we can't have that's whats up Listen Muggs on the table gonna slash it up [Chorus] (2x)
boa Still movin' hoes in 2's to the boat, like I was Noah Get up, 'cause nigga we'll lay you down You don't wanna be six feet underground So get up,
skitzophrenic One minute I want to slit your throat, the next I wanna sex You make me crazy, the way we act like 2 maniacs in the sack We fuck like 2
all bottled up I think I'm bottoming out but I'm not about to give up I gotta get up, thank God I got a little girl Now I'm a responsible father so
am I supposed to be the dopest MC to hold this down? What if I wasn't poor as a child? What if I didn't grow up in doubt? I probably shouldn't be smoking so much
wanna grow up to be just like them, huh, Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers You say: ?I'm cool, I'm no fool!? But then you wind up
space n-gga back it up beep beep, back it up beep beep, back it up wait a minute [Talib Kweli Verse 2] Ayo my penmanship f-cking up your face like a
we can't forget our elders [Talib Kweli] I got off the 2 train in Brooklyn on my way to a session Said let me help this woman up the stairs before I
winners the spoils go I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates New York life type trife the Roman Empire state [Mos Def and crew] So much on
m distinguised! - I'm bout to quit writing, You 'bout to grow a set of hooters while a nigga just winging! (whooo!) My dick swinging! - It's slappin' my leg so much
and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene, just got some drank from that boy with that bird, and you know we just hooked us up on some syrup, now you
[Chorus x2] It's gonna be alright Keep your head up to the sky [Z-Ro] Cause everything's gon' be alright [Z-Ro] Too many problems in my life I find myself
Swollen members [Verse 2: Madchild] Eh yo, we all get older, rhymes get bolder Series of events makes the heart grow colder Started off with 2, now