[Verse 1: Hussein Fatal]
From the bridge back to Jersey, all the way to the crib
I wear a vest from the west, stressed from the shit I did
Whether the body in a trench and they tryna sneak the shotty in
Can't make bail in the same jail Gotti in
They all wanna murder me, bitches
So now they plot on my riches, finally they heard of me
Blast these trick niggas, fakin' jacks on the body
Killed jokers browner than me, and you can ask Bobby
Vision goin' to prison, yeah, I heard it before
Hang around the poor, put the riches on the floor
Spittin' that shit when I was locked back
Hands on the pump, make 'em jump when I cock back
You ain't real for real, you real for fake
When I'm steppin' with my weapon, we conceal the shake
And the waist lift chirl in, lost in the worldwind
My diamonds glisten value on your bitch and her girlfriend
[Hook: Niko]
Your hood and mine, is all the same
We're all thugs livin' in the black man's pain
I know that we can break this chain
If we come together, we can make a change
[Verse 2: Cormega]
Yo, I ask God what my future holds
Will I be quarterbackin' a package, in a fuckin' crack super bowl?
My sons stackin' one, private attorneys for captured ones
Indictment dismissed, the prints didn't match the gun
Rim shoppin', gem stars spinnin', 360 when d's blitz me
I'm grinnin', you see me, I'm livin'
Your mind finally injured, my ride lightly tinted
And stop sweatin' my whip, your lady might be in it
At night time, cruisin', listenin' to music
And analyzin' attentions of people that I'm cool with
In my hood cause I choose it, not cause I'm condemned to it
My kindness is weakness, but death if you abuse it
My contest, formed in an isolated project
Manifested alleged, think I need a sob
Next song, perfected, yo the bridge, tech nine protect it
My rap is cyphilis, the mic, a bitch that I infected
From the bridge back to Jersey, all the way to the crib
I wear a vest from the west, stressed from the shit I did
Whether the body in a trench and they tryna sneak the shotty in
Can't make bail in the same jail Gotti in
They all wanna murder me, bitches
So now they plot on my riches, finally they heard of me
Blast these trick niggas, fakin' jacks on the body
Killed jokers browner than me, and you can ask Bobby
Vision goin' to prison, yeah, I heard it before
Hang around the poor, put the riches on the floor
Spittin' that shit when I was locked back
Hands on the pump, make 'em jump when I cock back
You ain't real for real, you real for fake
When I'm steppin' with my weapon, we conceal the shake
And the waist lift chirl in, lost in the worldwind
My diamonds glisten value on your bitch and her girlfriend
[Hook: Niko]
Your hood and mine, is all the same
We're all thugs livin' in the black man's pain
I know that we can break this chain
If we come together, we can make a change
[Verse 2: Cormega]
Yo, I ask God what my future holds
Will I be quarterbackin' a package, in a fuckin' crack super bowl?
My sons stackin' one, private attorneys for captured ones
Indictment dismissed, the prints didn't match the gun
Rim shoppin', gem stars spinnin', 360 when d's blitz me
I'm grinnin', you see me, I'm livin'
Your mind finally injured, my ride lightly tinted
And stop sweatin' my whip, your lady might be in it
At night time, cruisin', listenin' to music
And analyzin' attentions of people that I'm cool with
In my hood cause I choose it, not cause I'm condemned to it
My kindness is weakness, but death if you abuse it
My contest, formed in an isolated project
Manifested alleged, think I need a sob
Next song, perfected, yo the bridge, tech nine protect it
My rap is cyphilis, the mic, a bitch that I infected
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