Weather we dribble out this motherfucker
Rap metaphors and riddle out
this motherfucker
Work second floors,
hospital out this motherfucker
Some how we gotta get up
out this motherfucker
Some day the cops'll kill a motherfucker
I don't always want to be this drug dealing motherfucker,
damn
Wish I could take us all on this
magic carpet ride
Through the sky, I
Use to play the hall of fifth floor,
me and my boys we
All poor getting high, I
Seen the worst of the worst,
I deserve every blessing
I received I'm from the dirt
I, planted my seed on unfertile land
Myrtle Park, Marcy,
Flushing and Nostrand, and
Still I grew, some how I knew that
the sun'll shine through
And, touch my soul take
hold of my hand
Look man, a tree grows in Brooklyn
Some how,
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To old Nell, Sigel Street I
ain't forget you
Twenty niggas on the block
tryna chase that buck
Nosey neighbors and haters
keep their face on stuck
Cops roll up on the pavement,
break the dice games up
Moms smoke,
kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Girls fighting over rope,
the young boys hype things up
Niggas fighting over coke,
the young boys light things up
All the petty ass wars fuck
the night scene up
Remember Lil' Eddie draw,
man how he light mean up
Then they wonder why we light green up
Back to back steamers,
trying to relax but I can't, I lean up
Ain't the L or the refer that steam
up (that steam up)
It's my head and I'm stressed
to the point I get a fever
Thinking 'bout the block and
all the mothers and kids
That can't leave and how
the Chinks gotta feed 'em
For the rest of their life
The fucking wings,
fried vegetable rice (gotta be kidding)
No breakfast Cap'n Crunch at night
How kids eating lunch at night?
In their beds all bunched in tight
No less than three or four, know how it go
Two by the foot, two by the headboard
Man, I'm getting scared for
them (yeah I know)
That's how I feel for 'em
And we gotta grip the shorties on the block
All they do is smoke weed
and drink forties
Cop their quarties
Enough to get the latest Roc,
newest Glock, and old Jordies
Some how,
Right here another lil' story 'bout
this clique I claimed
Another chapter based on how
I get that game
Hanging round my neighborhood,
bang my street
Sit and watch the passer-
bys play my sweep
South- side, Sunnyside
Is the blocks I run, South Acres,
South Park
Niggas all got guns
Over here we got this code Charlie,
get that there
We know tomorrow ain't a
promise so we get that tnow
Fuck sitting in the living room
guarding the steps
Working inside a smoke house
starving to death
Serving these nigga flippers,
quarter- ounces and zippers
Agents snapping your picture
Neighbors plotting to get ya
Situations is critic
I was out here to get it
Living it like a savage,
'cause nigga I gotta have it
And holding back on a motherfucker,
I'm in it for the haul, dog
Erase enough to walk it down
and fuck it all y'all
Lord be willing and the creek don't rise
I'ma be a nigga and these
streets gon' rise
(Some how, some way)
(Some how, some way)
I'ma be a nigga and these
streets gon' rise
(Some how, some way)
Some how,
Jay-z
