Chea, State Property Criminal Records Well show you exactly what takes place in the ghetto (thats right) [Chorus] People used to tell me That Ill be just another nigga Livin life in these cold streets And I dont wanna be Just another nigga People used to tell me That Ill be just another nigga Understand yall dont know me Cause Im not gonna be Just another nigga [Sparks] They say Im 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 Im 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 Im used to the scene Keep my blues wit a cuff, and my Converse clean Im not pointin, snitchin, rattin, givin a statement Im the mind, body and soul of this nigga you get mavin I was raised by the PJs, hung wit the essas Took rocked nueves, dip pull Chevys Sold dope to strangers, shot at my roadies Smacked my young bitch in her face and broke her clothes Cause I wasnt focused everybody so shifty Life was crazy like I slipped it a nicky Im just another nigga, no Im more Im a ex-con, a bank robber driver bout to go on tour [Chorus] [Beanie Sigel] In 98 yall couldnt trace my mug Now yall hatin wanna waste my blood Cause Im eatin, wanna taste my grub Tell you what, Ill give you food for thought The spoon and fork, but yall bitches doin the dishes Feed you shells from the strafe I snubbed Now Props thats the case wont budge No prints pimp latex glove Lose in court, fuck you gon prove in court? Sig dont believe in leavin witness Shit aint 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 Yall said that Id be dead in the street Nigga, Im gettin bread tryin to spread wit my peeps Sit behind the desk and a scraper I know Im destined for greatness Yall thought youd read about my death in the papers, huh? [Chorus]
Artist: Oschino & Sparks Beanie Sigel
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