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| Jay-Z Miscellaneous This Life Forever Uh-huh Blackhand Ent. Roc-a-Fella Records In association with the streets The Black Gangster In conjunction With everything official Yeah I ride throught the ghetto windows down halfway Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting Donny Hathaway Me and my niggas spending half the day Plotting, how we gon get this math with out getting balst away I wake up to the same problems after today Life is harsh, niggas gotta ? Right from the start they place me in the ghetto tender age of nine I tend to mine and to surrender to crime Wouldnt wish this on nobody like the end of like mine Ever since i was quite young a nigga been in divine Had to scratch for every plaque, rap aint even all its cracked up to be Niggas dont stack up to me Had to hustle in a world of trouble trapped in, clostrophobic the only way out was rapping America dont understand it, the demographics i tapped in I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga and anything else is foolish Like those who stay high, under God's grey skies My lyrics is like Bible, made to save lives In the midst of all your misery nigga, stay fly Never let em see you frown, even smile when you down Shit, i floss on my off-days fuck what they all say Niggas cant stop me like rumors, i'm too strong All-day Socks explode and sweatpants pockets is bulging Holding it down on the corner with my glock holding My spot is golden, drop the price on the coke and Drove the competition out and let the dough flow in The cops is closing in, i can do the time But whats really on my mine, is there's no hoes in the pen I play the low and try and make it hard to find me Feds still tryna build a case since '93 I told them, i'm retired but they like whatever You know them pigs dont wanna see you get your life together Chorus: I'm stuck in this life forever The more things change the more they stay the same Who am i to change the game? You gotta move quick like her-o-in and dope can The blocks hotter than its ever been Once again Hold the gun at eye level, i aint afraid of conflict I let the nine rip, nigga say "hi" to the devil I blind with the bezel, i'm in line with the ghetto What yall nigga afraid of my mind origgas tryna subtract my life, my mathematics is precise I carry the nine, so fucking with me just aint the answer I cant lose when i was young i was like Fresh Poppa raised me to chess moves And though your gone i'm not bitter you left me prepared We got divided by the years, but i got it from here Dont sweat that, sounds bump from Marcy to Lefrak To that pocket in DC where my man caught his death at Over my years i've seen Rooks get tooken by the Knight Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap ??? in a time where we all move Lets face it either your dough chasin, or basing Lacing, cops got your face sprung like mason Careful, any infultration i'm leaving niggas Leaving more than just information Chorus Uh Real shit The Black Gangsta Blackhand Ent. Roc a Fella Never interrupt this thing of ours The Black Ganagsa Jigga Hova Roll with me |
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