low, I was born to rise Wasn't born to pretend or keep my faith in disguise Ain't got no freedom of speech No freedom to teach - make our kids out of
and all that Check it out [Verson One: Nas] I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings To fly like does over the streets watchin' many things Kids
spots that I'm hidin in Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! {*more sirens*} This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'til everybody come
Kangol!!} Yeah what's up fam? My chick for twenty years tried to cut your man She tried to take the house, the kids, the pots and pans I'm on to project
, now Fuck with a chick perm, when she get hot, you get burned You see I'm not kidding, knowing these kids learn (kids learn) And and I'm that dude, ahh
: Yo, c'mon! Even if I died a thousand deaths When I resurrect I'll still be Meth The jams will still be def I'm here, me and this mic-phone, we here
Christmas You get caca if you on Santa's shit list Receive a gun, raise your O.F. hitlist Tongue lick of death, wish like a frozen big stick, nigga [
along. I'm dressed right for a beach fight, But I just can't explain Why that uncertain feeling is still Here in my brain. The kids at school Have parents that seem so cool
even less Than I had Record company Is dealing me something sad How do you expect A man to sit And wait with three kids For you to Figure out What Tech
expect nothin' less of me 'Cause this goin' probably be this way until the death of me But for the hustle and the lady on my arm now Plus all my kids
listenin to hip-hop's finest You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this [Joell Ortiz] I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz But
life is corrupted By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed I came with the drank So here's five on the weed Xzibit: See kids don
different toilet, yeah, I know you heard it before. I was the youngest of four, pop couldn't take it no more. Stayed together for the kids they couldn
, Schmidt/Wagner] Death in the night, murder, robbery, the violence Is our daily bread, there is a common tense Kids in the street feeling cool, they
there knees It's hard time [?] killin their own kids New borns in trash cans, stuck with nowhere to live Back in the day smoke a lil herb was all cool
holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law Take off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal