Peace to your daughter and your newborn son 'Cause now with paper, shit is still ghettoīut fuck it black, you livin' your life, though your loved ones Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I guess so ![]() I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke? Machine Gun Funk from Queens I came through to smoke blunts We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickestįor every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kidĪin't nuttin' changed still, party and bullshit Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid ![]() ![]() ![]() Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but why?
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