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We tired of it
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ill-B speaks for tha Sewers and real verse lovers of Rap..
gangsta lyricist street hustler
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #1,456
Peak in subgenre #250
Author
Brian "ill-Barretta" Barrett
Rights
July 2004
Uploaded
August 04, 2004
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
i Just finally got fed up with tha lost Identity crisis that Rap is going thru and put it to my own orginal track....
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We tired of it Chorus: whole albums bout...chains and whips and jewels and clothes... and Dreamt up scripts and big chips and hoes.. we tired of it.. Say My niggah We tired of it.. let's take it back.. when it was bout hanging and blowing a phat sack.. wit yo Hitters in wife beaters wudn't no throwbacks.. chilling out on the corner til late late in the morning.. drinking pouring out liqour for yo thuggish figures that's gone.in.. hoping tha po-po scoping don't get enough..( evidence).... to rope ya up in that web for dealing ..(for presidents).... rectangular papers criminal capers give us releif.. thru financial grief Brian grinding in streets.. fighting that beast.. and headline situations bout how much time ya facing.. my Kind don't frontline unless that nickel Nines started blazing... or senators or some old lady was gun in it... or white collar judge gave Us a hunderd year sentence... off these flats Hustlers retire by selling crack.... Strapped in situation here it's realer than hell Jack.. or get yo Cash jack was Dope boy worst fear... so paseo purchase 380's for pistoleers... & ya studio fake studio gangsta couldn't swing thru Jets... in ya suped coupe and oooouuu specially not a lexus..huh We tired of it Chorus: whole albums bout...chains and whips and jewels and clothes... and Dreamt up scripts and big chips and hoes.. we tired of it.. Say My niggah We tired of it.. 2 yo big ballers wit small pockets.. who saying um hating cause i ain't got it.. how i copped it a get me locked if i faintly talk about it .... tha topic is patners playing lottoing hit it huge... betting on tha parlay board like mafia Figures do .. cutting Grass to possiblly stash enough cash ... ...so our sons can have a better richer dad then they ever had... when gas prices go up a broke solider a park... to pull up in service stations and roll off in tha dark.. carve starve and rob tha Jobs on our level... no jobs keep ill Hearts.. dealing illegal hard in tha ghetto.. And felons like a tatts (playboy) we all got um... Bill clintoning these Lewensky'z behind our hillary rodum.. & big dawgs they fight dawgs that locking jaws for profit... and dice games in back streets alleys on and popping .... on concerts and night club grounds we (squad up).. & wrong color a quickly .. get ya beatdown and ... (charred up)... and that chain that's full of ice ..a get ya iced looked just like it .. opened cofin funeral.. Revenge.. that shhhhhhhh priceless... tha math is ..yo cash ya love ta Broadcast.... wake up to a moss and me sawed off in ski mask... and Dad that picture flash.. a really put out ya lights... ya heart rate ..ya site...ya bankroll.. and ya life...
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