Текст песни Group Home - Make it in life

A Tear For The Ghetto
Жанр: East Coast Rap
Исполнитель: Group Home
Альбом: A Tear For The Ghetto
Длительность: 04:43
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Chorus 2X: Lil Dap & Agallah As the weed burn kid, I'mma make it in life Am I qualified for a crib, a kid and a wife? Do I have to stay worried getting shot stabbed with a knife? Gettin caught gambling dice, to hustling ice Going to jail once, going to jail twice A nigga sold, 25 to triple life yo {Lil Dap We took time in the ghetto building with O.G.'s To askin me, do we know the code of the streets Walkin the beat, in the hood were it's all good A Tear For The Ghetto, they don't wanna be in hood It's like a tear in disguise, decides to get wise And through my eyes, I can see through these fake ass guys I turn a thug into a rapper, a rapper into a thug Throw that ass into the street, show him no more love I guess these cats have brought reality from the one of above Too deep in the game, can't concentrate Droppin bombs in the ghetto, like the game of Kuwait Meditatin with my niggas, cuz we just can't wait 36 months left till the year 2G I've granated with my niggas across the land and see Because we channel thru our music and thats all we know Comin thru the ghetto with that ill ass flow Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls What? Channel thru our music and thats all we know Comin thru the ghetto with that ill type flow Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls Chorus As the weed burns kid I'mma make in in life As the weed burns kid I'mma make in in life Interlude: Why are we doing this? Because the families have no love {Agallah At the city, crime found dead eight o'clock sharp Nigga get murdered, right by the string of a harp Cannot get saved from the heart, and I'mma bring this art Like an exhibit in Greenwich Village nigga, Agallah Mozart Rock shots to block and drive the Benz slow start Lyrics keep going when Pose Polebar I'm just a soldier, man, I'mma go far Some of you never made it, cuz you refuse to know god Comin at me with crowbars, when I'm comin out of 4 cars Fillin so many maggots in me, Corleone tron Puerto Rico my homeland of the man sipping the motar My whole clique, G.I. Joe, y'all are Cobra Stay fake niggas, is always caught John Blaze Contemplate, moves of Agallah 8, make a mistake Yo I come to your wake, with 5 niggas with bandanas Yo, your clip insert banana arm Chorus 2X {Melachi The Nutcracker Just to make it in life, I used be livin trife To be precise, run up on you with a gun or a knife And that's word, to my fam 183rd Yo A-Mob, and fuck what you heard The Battle Cat is back, but I'm no longer 16 I'm down with Dap and we don't shine we gleem The Group Home team is tight like old slacks Of the meat rack, slappin weak rappers back You get caught up in my track, and see that this is no act I wan't more than a smore stack, move against me and floor flat Is the black man qualified to make it in life? Or will he die trying, to earn some stripes I gotta eat, so you will meet your defeat To make my mission complete Chorus 2X
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