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from chiraq, to syria - m.a.b. lyrics

[verse 1]
steady gettin bread, ridin down halstead
with this intuition in me got me screaming f-ck da feds!
rockin braids since eleventh grade
a product of va, but when i moved up to that d dot everybody locked they dreads
so i had to give em change. (shakin plaits while thinking platinum!)
such a king spirit, everything i spits immaculate! (m.a.b.)
got a vision on division. (westside!), bout they business
catch me out lakesh0r-, (with a lord!) sellin blessings
never stressing, mary messenger throughout the chitown
henry kissinger from rogers park, to chinatown
me, i really give a d-mn
m-th-f-ck a steeler fan
see one, then i’m goin ham
shouts out homie beemer bam!
higher than a ceiling fan
see me when ya see me and
i pray that you don’t be me man!
shawty love them dope bars, i guess i got her fienin then
and she ji goin smack
said wholetime we go way back
when i was fresh up out the cap
real n-ggas all call me mab
side joint was they main joint so alot of n-ggas used to call me mad
alotta woman still call me daddy
and alotta n-ggas still follow paths
show alotta hate throw alotta jabs
but never mind that cuz it’ll hold you back!(chyea!)
leave it on the street, where the corners at! (chyea!)
i was warren sapp to a quater sack
i mean a quater back shout out georgia ave
we were born to lose so i was born to rap
mix that with crack, now born to trap !
this for all of my og’s chasin green off the og
i know that you don’t know me
so let me properly take you back!
flow too obsolete, that’s a fact
cuz of all this poverty, men stay strapped
never won the lottery so they stacked
never made scholarly but stayed in tact
so try to rob me and you might get wacked!
stadium armory where i smashed
take a left on oklahoma ave
that’s 21st that’s e street
that’s benning road where they was born to splash!
this semi flow for you mini hoes
tryna stay remembered through videos
tryna suck me off, later send it doe?
hold up
this all started when ya -ss asked to roll up
we all dying young cuz ya weak -ss won’t grow up
waken n bakin get all my dough up
say my sh-ts the bomb, well i guess it’s time to blow up
blow up x3 (boom)

from chiraq to syria, this….

[verse 2]
erry session got some on it
pray for the women with sunbonnets
who raisin children with foamposites
the lightest option as a product of the chocolate city
outdo any obstacle, really
these problems solvable, get me
the reason methodical, really
what’s impossible’s simply
product of succinctly timing
stray from economy
right now it’s evil at its highest peak
i’m tryna take us to mars
while they planning to bomb our streets
peeps say i’m the bomb, cuz i show how life ain’t sweet
put that line on sudam. or iran
-ssalam alayk-m, that’s from the great one
no imitation, all immulation
#dreamordie, the new liberation
getting heated, tryna find salvation
tired of seeing, all my people slavin
all this d-mn deceiving, and annihilation
guess the proclamation, needs evaluation!
the problems hatin, we done followed satan
n-ggas follow b-tches, now they on the pavement
put it all in lamens, cuz you broads are basic
now you all amazed
and y’all jaws in bas-m-nts!
that line was so under your head
y’all prolly gon get when under the pavement
i got them sounds that’ll utter for ages
got good on streets, got gutter on pages!
told em f-ck the beef, put down the gauges!
get in that school or get on them stages!
the key to life is peace!
if you don’t got that, you gon never make it!
how many brothers, don’t got no fathers?
and one day in life asked god why bother?
f-ckin up your head worse than a barber!
either that or it’ll make ya work much harder!
man hold up! don’t fold up! to any criteria!
just look at me, i’m blowin, my condolences to syria!
even when on lake michigan, i still feel superior!
m.a.b. no conspiracy all they fear is me
i’m bout to clear it up
cuz hold up, hold up
cuz this all started when my -ss asked to roll up
we all dying young cuz ya weak -ss won’t grow up!
waken n bakin get all my dough up!
say my sh-ts the bomb, well i guess it’s time to blow up!

from chiraq to syria, this chiraq
from chiraq to syria, this chiraq
from chiraq to syria, this chiraq
from chiraq to syria, this chiraq

- m a b lyrics

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