[Intro: Minnesota]
Hear Me, See Me
Welcome to Soundview Projects
Bronx New York, 10473
[Verse 1: Minnesota]
Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing the whole Dutchman
Loose mamis fucking, they're definite land mines
Dudes with no right hustle throwing gang signs
Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid
Fighting federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell, feel, touch and taste their hunger
Next in line to rep these street signs to their blunder
Under, wiping tears from his eyes facing the felony
These niggas wanna be Pistol Pete - without the penalty
His last words, promise me this much in death:
"Don't let my boy grow up to retrace my steps"
Minne- stay safe move quiet and get it
If you encounter opposition get a inch from their face with It
Later amigo, digest the data end discreetly
Sex money and boss my ties to hear me see me
True villain, face covered, driving gloves
Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove
They say that grown men lay on they prey, took shorts in the street
Came back and made up for that with that white sheet
Revenge is best served cold, get it the same way you give it
This ain't fear I just need to get away with it
So don't stop over here, you're looking at me like I'm lame
But I'm looking at y'all like "You call this the drug game?"
Grandchild hosing sims, put the heroin in queens
Put Pops Freeman on in the early seventies
I sat in rooms with money machines
Drugs sitting three feet off of the floor, cover the smell of the raw
Chess moves like Barksdale, my connects untimely
King Henry from 12th street flooded the Bronx in the 90's
03 scene MVP and one Accord
Boss makes decision paper wins awards
Hear Me, See Me
Welcome to Soundview Projects
Bronx New York, 10473
[Verse 1: Minnesota]
Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing the whole Dutchman
Loose mamis fucking, they're definite land mines
Dudes with no right hustle throwing gang signs
Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid
Fighting federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell, feel, touch and taste their hunger
Next in line to rep these street signs to their blunder
Under, wiping tears from his eyes facing the felony
These niggas wanna be Pistol Pete - without the penalty
His last words, promise me this much in death:
"Don't let my boy grow up to retrace my steps"
Minne- stay safe move quiet and get it
If you encounter opposition get a inch from their face with It
Later amigo, digest the data end discreetly
Sex money and boss my ties to hear me see me
True villain, face covered, driving gloves
Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove
They say that grown men lay on they prey, took shorts in the street
Came back and made up for that with that white sheet
Revenge is best served cold, get it the same way you give it
This ain't fear I just need to get away with it
So don't stop over here, you're looking at me like I'm lame
But I'm looking at y'all like "You call this the drug game?"
Grandchild hosing sims, put the heroin in queens
Put Pops Freeman on in the early seventies
I sat in rooms with money machines
Drugs sitting three feet off of the floor, cover the smell of the raw
Chess moves like Barksdale, my connects untimely
King Henry from 12th street flooded the Bronx in the 90's
03 scene MVP and one Accord
Boss makes decision paper wins awards
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