[Intro: Buckshot]
You know, story of the hood
And, it gets a little rough
But, I can't fail
I gotta keep on going
Keep on going little homie
I know it's fucked up, trust me
[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Run DMC and shell top Adidas
Both on fire, I couldn't afford neither
On Easter, my three piece suit
That I wore 24, sitting (?)
Well, Mom's had a hell of a way
And Pop's up in Heaven today
My combination
Made me sell conversation
I couldn't sell crack, no time for wastin'
Break dancin' was hot and I was a dancer
Squish to the beatbox and now I'm the man cause
When the chicks here brrrr, stick 'em
They think that I'm on and wanna get with 'em
Even when I was young, I peep rhythm
That they weren't worth most of the shit we give 'em
Yea, life like heads or tails
Ain't fair when we take off our land as well (?)
You know, story of the hood
And, it gets a little rough
But, I can't fail
I gotta keep on going
Keep on going little homie
I know it's fucked up, trust me
[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Run DMC and shell top Adidas
Both on fire, I couldn't afford neither
On Easter, my three piece suit
That I wore 24, sitting (?)
Well, Mom's had a hell of a way
And Pop's up in Heaven today
My combination
Made me sell conversation
I couldn't sell crack, no time for wastin'
Break dancin' was hot and I was a dancer
Squish to the beatbox and now I'm the man cause
When the chicks here brrrr, stick 'em
They think that I'm on and wanna get with 'em
Even when I was young, I peep rhythm
That they weren't worth most of the shit we give 'em
Yea, life like heads or tails
Ain't fair when we take off our land as well (?)
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