A Little Story

School ya'll to somethin right quick
Sit down, open your ears, close your eyes, listen

Here's a little story that I got to tell
About this Chico named Pit everyone knows so well
Illmatic like Nas but that ain't hard to tell
Owes it all to Dade County and the ATL
Picked rap and skipped the triple beam scale
And it's a known fact he gon' die before he fails
These boys rap about hustlin' but can't make bail
I call that hustling backwards and that's real
Miami's hot so I can vacation in hell
The way the game is shit, man, I mind as well
I look at these fools on camera flashin' they tools
They must've forgot the streets got codes and rules
But me, I'm confused
'Cause rappers wanna be gangstas
Gangstas wanna be rappers
Ballers wanna be rappers
And rappers wanna be ballers
The truth is it's more sickening than Ebola
Until they handcuff then it's over
Pop up no dandruff, no neck, just head and shoulders
Bust guns, sell drugs, that's what the streets showed us
But corporate America, that's what they sold us

Похожие новости.

In this dirty old part of the city Where the sun refuse to shine People tell me there ain't no use in trying Now my girl you're so young and pretty And one thing

You got me in this situation You got me backed against the wall Caught in a web of your creation I bet you set me up to fall Once I thought about it I figured

Your face, it shows you are an imposter That snapshot still in the parking lot You're on the screen, I feel you downtown Out on the street, I feel the underground The distance makes

Уходили мы из Крыма Среди дыма и огня; Я с кормы все время мимо В своего стрелял коня. А он плыл, изнемогая, За высокою кормой, Все не веря, все не зная, Что прощается со мной. Припев Мой друг, мой

A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won't come true To each his own to each his own and my own is you What good