Текст песни Group Home f Black E-Starr, Blackadon, G - A Tear for the Ghetto
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Intro: AgallahYeah niggaI got the gat on them nowPay back (laughing)Chorus: Lil Dap & AgallahWhy, it got to be like thatStraight like that, real like thatWhere my Brooklyn niggas at?Why, it got to be like thatStraight like that, real like thatWhere my Queens niggas at?Why, it got to be like thatStraight like that, real like thatWhere my Harlem niggas at?Why, it got to be like thatStraight like that, real like thatWhere my Bronx niggas at?{Lil Dap}Why it gotta be like that?Niggas, don`t act because he flip tracksAnd broads don`t know how to actChillin the east, with the Group Home appealRippin with steel, and you know my niggas are realLike straight like that, will burn a hole right through your mapThese Brooklyn cats, I hope we eatin your food blackWe keep it real, with the niggas keep it real with meThat understand that street knowledge was there only keySee before rappin, niggas couldn`t fuck with meIt`s like these fake brothers stoled Brooklyn streetsOn these streets I give you square, now shit is the sameBecause together we stay, and the Desert Storm is onExpect the unexpected, when the juice has been injectedThe many styles we have, have been well protectedMove within a makin, observe the fakin to mistake itMy soul is ackin, too much pain i`ve been takinInside my heart, I`ve been torned apartBut we play it smart, and get money in the streets smartsOf the streets, cuz my brothers keep it rowdyThe way they front, and try to act like they bout itChorus{Melachi The Nutcracker}Aiyo, I`m comin up, I`m runnin up like a soldierI thought I told you, punks, I controlled yaI`m strong like a boulder, ready to fold yaI treat you like a new born puppy and scold yaI`m older, I`m power full like a dodgeNow you know what I`m talkin about me and my squadI pull your card, I`m underground like the mobPunk get on your job, here come the superstarsThe Nutcracker, quick to snappin your backI was born in the ghetto so it be like thatI was born in the ghetto so it be like thatI was born in the ghetto so it be like thatChorus{Blackadon}I sing a song, to break your armThe Black is pimpin Brook-lan, who am I the DonThe pro with precon, frustated like SaddamI`ve been behind the seeds, but now I`m here to chop the bombLook me in my grill, my eyes cold as steelI came to kill, I speak upon you like a pillFor that from Brownsville, rusty bitches on my dealShisty nigga breast filled if I start to fillYou weakness is a mil, put your body on chillI ain`t got a deal, going out for the milCuz skills get more friends then women in the hillsThe more dough you get, then the more head like BillFor realChorus{Guru}You won`t be able to understand the power of AllahThat means God`s plan, the hour`s facing our manThe sour feelings, the ways and actions of this manSuckas was the crew with the spanThat`s like Muhammed & Jesus splittin up without a planThat`s like Martin & Malcolm praying for a separate outcomeThat`s why you can`t e-mail me, fuck the fiend dot comSupreme alphabet, seekin creaming out the getMad riches to team, by my next mic checkPlus you this artist sacred like AztecChorus