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Clay Rhonic Solo
Clay Rhonic takin you back to real Hip Hop and truth
The names Clay Rhonic a.k.a. the riddla. Thats what most people know me as. I grew up in Brooklyn New York but just recently moved to Queens. Im Puerto Rican and got a thing for Dominican girls. Don't get me wrong I love my Boricua and Columbian chicas also.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #1,094
Peak in subgenre #576
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November 07, 2004
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Verse 1 Theres a war on the streets, killin and disease I can’t sleep when all I see is poverty Pregnacy, kids born with HIV Statistically, we infect society Jealousy and envy hurts our mentality Honestly, out of new york is where I rather be Away from cold hearted blood thirsty killas It’s a jungle outside, so we kneelin to the bishops Da outcome is deadly, young girls with swollen bellys Niggas holdin cellys, tryin to take girls to tellys The things I’ve witnessed will lead us to sickness And there ain’t no cure if you ain’t got no riches Who we up against, fuck the republicans They can only win by cheatin once again Brooklyns streets can’t survive this corruption But we getting sucked in cuz Verse 2 It only took four years to lead to destruction Its hard livin accompanied by disruption A child is born and then his family is torn Theres a lot goin on so we’ll soon be gone We outlawed with our fists against the wall Until they need us and now we fightin in a war We got babies in the streets with nothing to eat And Wearing wind breakers through twenty degrees I leave it with jesus, I hope this pain eases Another fours years fightin with no meanin I can’t stand this harsh world that we’re facin Its like nothins left, all the good girls are taken Verse 3 Somewhere life passed me by and let me die Its like im paralyzed, cuz Im lookin toward the sky With my hands together, hopin for the better days Working hard jobs just to gain a shitty pay Its tough bein broke but its worse sellin dope To niggas who can’t get themselves a home The rich kill us off, they don’t want us around They tear down our playgrounds and send us to the pound We work for their benefit with no benefits We Serve a tough trials and harsh sentences Treated like menaces, but we’re innocent Our home is prison, where most our time is spent Grades start fallen when ya have to pay the rent We skip our teens and go straight to a man Still poor cuz they never gave us a chance If I had it my way, I’ll ride to heavens highway Just to hear god say
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