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Some information about Every Ghetto Lyrics Title: NAS - Every Ghetto lyrics Artist: NAS Album: Stillmatic Visitors: 11 visitors have visited Every Ghetto Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Uhh... yeah... uhh... [Verse 1 (Nas)] Blessings in life to the children They say life is like 5 days Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chair His eyes were bloody while describin what lies before me Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me It occurred to methis old nigga s words couldn t be realer I m on top nowslightest dramaI ll have ta kill ya Cuz animals and sweetnesssharks smell blood in water IshmaelMoses and Jobmoved a divine order Shit is plastic materialhavin no life I crash whips and leave it no matter the price As long as I survivecoppin the five Circle the block where the beef s at And park in front of my enemy s eyes They see that it s war we life stealers Hollow tiplead busters there s no heaven or hell Dead is dead ers And your soul is with God Your mind keeps lurkin to earth Watchin your own murder reoccur [Chorus (Repeat 2X)] For ever struggleevery stripand every ghetto For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that s born And every nigga gone And for every brotha breathin Live to see another mornin [Verse 2 (Blitz)] It s Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me Got knocked refused 3 to 9 swent to trial for me Basically I m just reality loaded with vast stories Of lustgreedand contempt no street is exempt Extended clip shots hoods barricaded for 6 blocks I sip shotswatchin em hustlers pitch rocks All you paintin pictures of my pain Illustrate the city in vain Fallin deep into the pits of the game This is for the sickest state of mind In these fatal timesvesh crimes Nickel play the nine and niggas for the dime Hear the sounds of them baby s cry Still I m sayin why do we reside In the ghetto with a million ways to die Stayin high to relieve the pain Breathin in the gameexhalin Guilts and the shamemisery and strain What the will tomorrow bring Look at anthraxI stand back through Hopin I make it tomorrow [Verse 3 (Nas)] My skin is a art galleryright With paintings of crucifixes Hopin to save me from all the dangers in the music business Was once a young gangsta hangin with youth offenders But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships Watchin kids freeze in wintersthey still poor How could I tease them with Benz s and feel no remorse Drivin past them in the lively fashiondiamond colors clashin Red stonesblue stonesred bones and black ones did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex And spendin time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des Got guns when I m with my daughter Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence She knows what daddy taught herit s lessons Black princess it s a ugly world I put my life up for yourssee I love that girl Could you believe even my shadow s jealous My skin is mad at my fleshmy flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heartmy heart makes the songs Though my songs come from the Father I m lonely... Hold meit s gettin darker [Repeat Chorus 2X] Hottest songs from NAS : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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