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Chorus 2X: Lil Dap & Agallah

As the weed burn kid, I mma make it in life
Am I qualified for a crib, a kid and a wife?
Do I have to stay worried getting shot stabbed with a knife?
Gettin caught gambling dice, to hustling ice
Going to jail once, going to jail twice
A nigga sold, 25 to triple life yo

{Lil Dap}
We took time in the ghetto building with O.G. s
To askin me, do we know the code of the streets
Walkin the beat, in the hood were it s all good
A Tear For The Ghetto, they don t wanna be in hood
It s like a tear in disguise, decides to get wise
And through my eyes, I can see through these fake ass guys
I turn a thug into a rapper, a rapper into a thug
Throw that ass into the street, show him no more love
I guess these cats have brought reality from the one of above
Too deep in the game, can t concentrate
Droppin bombs in the ghetto, like the game of Kuwait
Meditatin with my niggas, cuz we just can t wait
36 months left till the year 2G
I ve granated with my niggas across the land and see
Because we channel thru our music and thats all we know
Comin thru the ghetto with that ill ass flow
Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal
Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls
What? Channel thru our music and thats all we know
Comin thru the ghetto with that ill type flow
Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal
Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls

Chorus

As the weed burns kid I mma make in in life
As the weed burns kid I mma make in in life

Interlude:
Why are we doing this?
Because the families have no love

{Agallah}
At the city, crime found dead eight o clock sharp
Nigga get murdered, right by the string of a harp
Cannot get saved from the heart, and I mma bring this art
Like an exhibit in Greenwich Village nigga, Agallah Mozart
Rock shots to block and drive the Benz slow start
Lyrics keep going when Pose Polebar
I m just a soldier, man, I mma go far
Some of you never made it, cuz you refuse to know god
Comin at me with crowbars, when I m comin out of 4 cars
Fillin so many maggots in me, Corleone tron
Puerto Rico my homeland of the man sipping the motar
My whole clique, G.I. Joe, y all are Cobra
Stay fake niggas, is always caught John Blaze
Contemplate, moves of Agallah 8, make a mistake
Yo I come to your wake, with 5 niggas with bandanas
Yo, your clip insert banana arm

Chorus 2X

{Melachi The Nutcracker}
Just to make it in life, I used be livin trife
To be precise, run up on you with a gun or a knife
And that s word, to my fam 183rd
Yo A-Mob, and fuck what you heard
The Battle Cat is back, but I m no longer 16
I m down with Dap and we don t shine we gleem
The Group Home team is tight like old slacks
Of the meat rack, slappin weak rappers back
You get caught up in my track, and see that this is no act
I wan t more than a smore stack, move against me and floor flat
Is the black man qualified to make it in life?
Or will he die trying, to earn some stripes
I gotta eat, so you will meet your defeat
To make my mission complete

Chorus 2X

Tekst :

Intro: Lil Dap
Yeah, uh
Group Home Zone
718 Area Code
Uh, throw your hands hand
Uh, BK s own
Straight like that, real like that
You feel me like that
Check it out

{Lil Dap}
We shoot a rhyme in the ghetto, so you know what s up
For y all punk style niggas, just shut the fuck up
East New York, rep it from the top of the town
We ve been around, motherfuckers can t get down
Like Lil Dap, Jigga L, Jigga I.L.
V.A.P., motherfucker can t release in me
Blackadon, Kai-Bee, Brainsick Family
We tear our hole, watch your ass if you re a fake M.C.
So fuckin with me, is fuckin with fatality
With chronology, fallin with my enemies
So play your part, and peep my lyrical art
Comin straight from the heart, bringin light to the dark
I m watchin the dime, nigga done lost his mind
Livin on Group Home, trying to stop my shine
Takin my cream, don t even seen those dreams
Enemy minds, I hope you peep this slang in my rhymes

Chorus (4X): Lil Dap
Uh, Recognize game, recognize game
Some cats will sabotage and try to steal your name

{Kai-Bee}
I m affiliated with heavyweighters
And nothing but regulators
Young don, that rock gators
And cat s they just hate us
So what s the realness, I feel this listen to the fullest
Flyin god street, reckin Hennessey
Bust a bullet s at my enemy
Crashin your spots like that cat that shot JF Kennedy
Right in the nod, we comin through y all
All over your spot....
{fades}

Tekst :

Intro:
Yo! This is the mighty Nutcracker, no doubt
Check it out
It is ok that we make mistakes
No one on this level is perfect
It is ok to cry and make mistakes
That is part of bein of a human being
We must sacrifice for the best and the best is yet to come
So everyone who doubt in thee
I m just sayin: ffuck you!

(Interlude Cuts:
Our society is fucked up
They re fuckin our brothas
This is-s-s, this is white society
They ve, problem, us, uh
This shit ain t no god damn accident
This shit wears niggaz out to heart
This shit was created for us
This shit was created to make niggaz tweak
It must be something in the... the nigga blood or something
This shit... these ni-ni-niggaz, ni-ni-niggaz)

Verse One:

Aiyyo the crooks be crooks and the sons be sons
Made the biggest man beat the man with the biggest guns
So elevate my mindstate, and take the weight
Cock back two gats, it s power ?moves MA?
I sacrifice my lifestyle, that I m livin
For or the real shit in drama that ll be givin
For years, I never faked jackson with fear
Step to my misions, man to man, act my own airs
One for one, go for yours, blow for blow
All out schemes CC, the big toe
Yo, I sacrifice my lifestyle, man
Wordu, yo, uh..

Verse Two:

Here s a message from god, show im how we roll hard
This lifestyle I must sacrifice with the Def Squad
It s all about, no getting minds no fuckin doubt
And all y all fake fuckin niggaz need a break out
Word up, yo, I kill you in the battle
Deadly like a rattle snake
But I don t rattle
Here s a sattle for the ride up ya life
And if you don t know me, I think you better think twice
You better step or check for someone else
When you step in my trap, you wreck yourself
Here s the wealth, good health and the money
You funny, like a fuckin dummy Bugs Bunny
Feel my wrath, here s my ass in the gold drag
Cause I love to blast, and I love to crash
Everyday we do it around my way
Have no time to play, I just fade away...
I sacrifice my lifestyle

(Interlude Cuts:
Hey, you can t change anything
Just goin on, youknowhat...
Hope y all... don t let TV take off your minds
Le-learn and think for yourself)

Verse Three:

Ain t nothing sweet, you and death ll meet
Fuckin withe streets, shit s real
We know the deal so we pack steel
We be the individuals livin reventless
Packin the automatic weapons and bullet proof vest es
Me and my crew got to live in proof
Livin Proof- so I choose not to fake moves
I make moves and break rules if I have to
No dough, so I got the gat pointed at you
By any means I m out for cream
And willin to do sticks, catch vicks
Because I m on some trife shit
Yo, I sacrifice my lifestyle man, wordup

Outro:

The absolute Nutcracker
The boogie-woogie body snatchas
Yea, to my nigga Deputy
*?kidnap paper?* knuhmsaying
My nigga Headquarters
Smily, the Ghetto Child
Brainsick Mob, A Mob, yo, yeah, uh

Body, ah
Body, ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Body, ah
Body, ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Ooh, there s something sexy
About the way that...

Oh friend of mine, how to say goodbye
This was your time, but the armor you wore was mine
I will not rest until Hector s blood is spilled
His bones will all be broken dragged across the field
This dear friend is how we ll...

When You Find Yourself Falling Down
Your Hopes in the Sky But Your Heart Like Grape Gum On the Ground
And You Try to Scrape Yourself Up
But You Keep Seeping Out Like Cheap Gin Through a Broken Cup
And You Try to Find Yourself
In the Abstractions of Religion and the Cruelty of Everyone...

Come by here, baby, come by here
Come by here, baby, come by here
Come by here, baby, come by here
Oh baby, won t you come by here

I love you baby, come by here
I love you baby, come by here
I love you baby, come by here
Oh baby, won t you come by...

The empire’s plan, is in the windy city.
Feeling like he does, he feels pretty shitty.
His new hat just blew away.
Can’t hang it up to another day.
You know what?
He’s down and out again.
Paco Pena, no deniro, he went loco....