a stab Sure her ass look nice, but nicer in a bag And slung over shoulder, village slum soldier Bayonet bloods when my cup runneth over With sith lord
time This is survival right to the end Losing your grip you can't pretend This is survival - staring you down This is survival lord of this slum Time
religions We praised bridges that carried us over The battle front of Sudanic soldiers The task put before us [Chorus 2x] [Nas: Verse 2] Who are we today? The slums
: (feat. Trife Da God) [Chorus: sample] All my life, it's been one big struggle Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all... [Ghostface Killah
trapped in these buildings Must put up with constant harassment by greedy landlords Who want to throw them out for higher rents These rich slum lords
against my shadow Throw God's armor on, who wanna battle? Clash of the swords Talk like a Lord then die like a Lord Live today, die foreva, pots rye from
On our way to the plant, police drones Shot laser guns, AR's E ones, hustlers scrabble their crumb The canvas of our slums I was just a lil infant with
war hungry, we kill over blood money, the cops seem to think it's funny, we murder over pennys and crumbs, plenty of guns, crammed in the city slums,
uno stunna Then snuck up on ya, Lord what has become of us The Boy hold the "D" down, like none other Up comin since slums, can't knock them mothafuckas
for Prada beaver For cold winters, tattoos got my summer's sleeveless To my g's on the flee from the coppers Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral parlors From the slums
the planet, not to get too religious, but who decides when and if your life is finished? If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, oh Lord may
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it (Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun) Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum
that your ??? Queensbridge, a trife city ??? slums I've seen political homicides and crack related ones Pac and Bigggie, god bless em I don't know where to begin Forgive me lord
the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave? Why, Lord, there's so much injustice in this world? Slum kids never stand a chance. Look at all the slum
of the world on your shoulders, I just added to Your stress, benchpressed, I had an attitude You was so young, tryin to raise a son, in the slums, where
look at, nothing posh Nothing that you'd call up to scratch. This is my school, my high society Here in the slums of Saint Michele We live on crumbs
in a bed of swirl Pearl handle on this firearm Partner stay calm, now pass me your bomb I thought your moms Had told you about them niggas in the slums
