lirik lagu illusions of gangsta – damone tyrell
[intro]
say my n-gg-
while you out here playing, we out here hanging, slanging, banging
while most of my n-gg-s in cages, making minimum wages
you out chere rapping on stages, (dawg)
that rap sh-t ain’t nothing like this trap sh-t
check my street degree, i done mastered it
gangsta sh-t, 808 heavy sh-t
you know what we talking ’bout
look
[verse]
king of the block, boyega couldn’t attack it
rolling with the a-team
my status b. a. baracus
i’ve been working on my takeover
old heads, your day’s over
it’s the return of the mack
like back to back and back makeovers
posting with my clan all these faking n-gg-s know what’s up
tell ’em prove they worth
’cause motherf-ckers never showing enough
holding all these keys, every single door should open up
n-gg-s got the drive, we whip our own, n-body chauffeured us
disrespect my peoples
you gone have learn the hard way!
remember as youngin’, i was trapping out in broad day
pull up on a coward, hallows sing like we on broadway
n-gg-s out here b-tchin’ saying everything the broads say
barrel on your tongue, i ask a n-gg- how the burner taste
they gone need forensic dna to recognize your face
i can’t see a different way for n-gg-s who get in the way
gimme all the goodies and the combination to the safe
[hook]
street corner, i might f-ck around
and have to put my heat on ya
we’ve putting those to bed, that used to sleep on us
ain’t no beauty in the streets, we going beast on ya
on the street corner, n-gg- on the street corner
we not throwing up no deuces, put that piece on ya
block is hot, curb looking like a seat warmer
kicking doors hoping that we find some keys on ya
on my street corner
n-gg- you a…you a
you a bad motherf-cker
you a….you a
you a bad motherf-cker
you a….you a
you a bad motherf-cker
you a….you a
you a bad motherf-cker
you a…you a
you a real f-cking gangster on a triple og, triple og on em
triple og, triple og on em
you a….you a
you’ll be flossing on the street corner
i might f-ck around
and have to put my heat on ya
we’ve putting those to bed, that used to sleep on us
ain’t no beauty in the streets, we going beast on ya
on the street corner, n-gg- on the street corner
we not throwing up no deuces, put that piece on ya
block is hot, curb looking like a seat warmer
kicking doors hoping that we find some keys on ya
on my street corner
n-gg-…
[verse 2]
make mistakes and i’m coming straight for your place
i got frosting all on my face
i got hungry and took the cake
n-gg-s scared of me
you shaking like a stripper tightened up
your life is looking rather dark skin
no chance to lighten up
i’m ’bout that life
awake from demons that be try to keep me up at night
souls from my enemies
the grim reaper sent for me
ain’t no getting out its either h-ll of penitentiary
i remain a trill n-gg- and my only memory’s the…
[hook]
street corner, i might f-ck around
and have to put my heat on ya
we’ve putting those to bed, that used to sleep on us
ain’t no beauty in the streets, we going beast on ya
on the street corner, n-gg- on the street corner
we not throwing not no deuces, put that piece on ya
block is hot, curb looking like a seat warmer
kicking doors hoping that we find some keys on ya
on my street corner
n-gg- you a…you a
you a bad motherf-cker
you a….you a
you a bad motherf-cker
you a….you a
you a bad motherf-cker
you a….you a
you a bad motherf-cker
you a…you a
you a real f-cking gangster on a triple og, triple og on em
triple og, triple og on em, triple og
you a….you a
you’ll be flossing on the street corner
(beat change)
[verse 3]
i’m lying about my loot
perpetuating stereotypes
of lost and broken youth
i barely can leave my building while you flossing in the coupe
yelling at a crack addict that’s almost on his last tooth
i’m educated, but you never graduated
you constantly f-cking b-tches
i’m over here masturbating
i’m making more enemies than friends as i pretend to be your kin
i fall into these false -ssumptions that they make based off my skin
color deep inside the lines as i recite these biggie lyrics
you wake up with yo strap, put on an attitude that’s fearless
i always meant to ask, is that attitude a mask?
do you need a punching bag just because the world can’t grasp an understanding of your upbringing?
you had a dream like dr. king, but now your gun slinging
ghetto clint eastwood, receive knowledge
bullets you won’t never need a vest and do your best to share ’em in your hood, the wild wild west
for fear that you get shot down
i claimed dominion of the n-gg-s on your block now
that there is my crew
i had this sick obsession with the way you seem to move
popping caps, putting fear in all the older kids in school
i was a square, but i always wanted your circle’s circ-mference
i never held a mac, sh-t i was to p-ssy to touch it
never knew what i was seeing through these ignorant eyes
you can be more than a thug, don’t let them feed you them lies
[outro]
yeah, i never knew what i was seeing through these ignorant eyes
i can be more than a thug, don’t let them feed me them lies
yeah, i never knew what i was seeing through these ignorant eyes
i can be more than a thug, don’t let them feed me them lies
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