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Oh yeah, coming through with my Shaolin crew Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide's brew In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans Methtical's in a jam, oh how dry I am With St. Ides in my system Crack another I'm blessed, let's go get the next one And get over, the object is to stay sober Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur Call me the Wallabee Champ, stretched out, could never be Son Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam Laser beam, laser beam, laser beam... Uh, yeah, okay Sing So we all got children, products of the ghetto Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin' Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook When the feds comin', everybody get shook Letras de cancionesNow we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin On the chain gang, i was singing into the coffin The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at Everybody got a past but you can never go back Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Sing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Tellin' you like it is, how we ever gon' live? If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids? It's a revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies Life seems hard but nothin' ever comes easy Whatever's in the dark, can always become the light If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight? Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at Everybody got a past but you can never go back Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Sing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) (Gotta sing) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) (She's a king) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Let me hear you say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah From Letras Mania