Roots, The
Water
[Black Thought]South Philly, North SideOakland, TexasGeorgia, Black PeopleYo, Worldwide, This is for my my niggasYou know what I'm sayingDumb and blind...[Verse One: Black Thought]They say a record ain't nothing if it's not touchingGripping, draw you in closer make you want to listen to itAnd if you real ill at making musicThe listener feel like he livin' through itThat's how my nigga do itI met Slacks back in like '91 rappingWe went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin'It ain't lastI be in class dreaming 'bout50,000 fans up in the stands screaming outEncore, yoI'm headed back to PhillyNigga you rollin' with me?I'm trying to get busyWe walk dogs that was off the chainLot of times at the shows people hardly cameI just took it in stride as part of the gameLetras de cancionesBut inside people down with me started to changeIt was a couple things, lil' syrup, lil' pillsInstead of riding out on the road you'd rather chillI know the way the pleasure feel, I'm not judgingBut still I'm on a mission, yo, I'm not buggin'I got fam that can't stop druggin', they can't sleepThey can't stick to one subject, they can't eatIt's people steady comin' at me out in the streetLike 'Riq, yo, what up with your peeps, it gets deep nigga[Chorus]Yo, you need to walk straight, master your highSon you missin' out on what's passing you byI done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dryBut not you and I my niggaWe got to getCome on, over over the waterCome on, over over the waterWater, Water...[Verse Two: Black Thought]Yo, we done been through many meals, a couple of dealsWe done shared clothes and wheels, killed mics and reelsWe done rocked shows abroad and slept on floorsTrying to figure what the fuck we gettin' slept on forOr what we walking with the weapon for, weighted by the gravity law, you know it if you came up poor my niggaPicture the bus up northYou know we made of everything outlaws are made ofI'm far from a haterAnd I don't say I love you 'cause the way I feel is greaterAnd Mila', you a poet, son, you a born creatorAnd this'll probably dawn on you later, it's in your natureLyrics all on your walls like they made of paperYou got to find out where you talent take youYou might fuck around, finally make itAnd that's real, but yo[Chorus][Verse Three: Black Thought]Yo, I want you all to understand I come from South PhillyAnd when I walk the street it's like a pharmacyThey got all type of shit anybody could getIt goes from H to X to loosie ciggaretteFor my ghetto legend known for lil' shiest runnin'Copped codeine by the quarts and keep comin'Dumbin', just embracing the dope like it's a womanYou burnin' both sides of the rope and just pullin'Tuggin', in between Islam and straight thuggin'Laying everyday around the way and doin' nothin'See'em looking shaking their head and start shruggin'If they don't have a man like mine, they got a cousinHey yo, you better be a true friend to 'emBefore the shit put an end to 'em, or give a pen to 'emOr lock'em up in the studio with a mic'Cause on the real it might save his lifeKeep tellin'em[Chorus x2]
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