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Chea, State Property Criminal Records
We`ll show you exactly what takes place in the ghetto (that`s right) [Chorus] People used to tell me That I`ll be just another nigga Livin` life in these cold streets And I don`t wanna be Just another nigga People used to tell me That I`ll be just another nigga Understand y`all don`t know me Cause I`m not gonna be Just another nigga [Sparks] They say I`m just another nigga (another nigga) A malt liquor drinker, a marijuana smoker Sherman Heller, crack pusher You gotta serve fiends by all means To make cream to feed home I`m just another gangsta, breed homes Let me run wit my niggaz Hug the corner, though it one day that same block That I love to hug, might leave me and to turn into a goner But I refuse to turn my back on my niggaz How could I leave them Knowin` one day I might turn around and need `em for (?) School me way back in the day A man should never bite the hand and feed `em So we learned to break bread through in the month of Ramadan Together we grow fast, fell back I watched teams break up, top guns that broke down Fake fucks get faked down and fake pounds I got slugs to chase ya fake fucks the fuck down Police wanna know why I pack the piece That fills the stacks increase Ya dudes in the streets wanna ruin the face [Chorus] [Oschino] I sat in my cell, watchin` the walls Sayin` reps in my head while I washed my drawers Life is hard, and pussies is soft (district attorneys) Scream, years involved in there snitch on they boss But not O, you know the jail thing I`m used to the scene Keep my blues wit a cuff, and my Converse clean I`m not pointin`, snitchin`, rattin`, givin` a statement I`m the mind, body and soul of this nigga you get mavin I was raised by the PJ`s, hung wit the essa`s Took rocked nueve`s, dip pull Chevy`s Sold dope to strangers, shot at my roadies Smacked my young bitch in her face and broke her clothes Cause I wasn`t focused everybody so shifty Life was crazy like I slipped it a nicky I`m just another nigga, no I`m more I`m a ex-con, a bank robber driver `bout to go on tour [Chorus] [Beanie Sigel] In `98 y`all couldn`t trace my mug Now y`all hatin` wanna waste my blood Cause I`m eatin`, wanna taste my grub Tell you what, I`ll give you food for thought The spoon and fork, but y`all bitches doin` the dishes Feed you shells from the strafe I snubbed Now Prop`s that`s the case won`t budge No prints pimp latex glove Lose in court, fuck you gon` prove in court? Sig don`t believe in leavin` witness Shit ain`t all good, different number different hood Duck and damn the sticks, disappear in the woods I duck cops and I lost neighbors Had to separate my neighbors acres, segregate the haters Y`all said that I`d be dead in the street Nigga, I`m gettin` bread tryin` to spread wit my peeps Sit behind the desk and a scraper I know I`m destined for greatness Y`all thought you`d read about my death in the papers, huh? [Chorus]
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