space - mc csm 08 lyrics
[verse 1]
i grew up on the crime side, the new york times side
stayin’ alive was no jive
had secondhands, mom’s bounced on old man
so then we moved to shaolin land
a young youth, yo, rockin’ the gold tooth, ‘lo goose
only way i begin the g off was drug loot
and let’s start it like this, son
rollin’ with this one and that one, pullin’ out gats for fun
but it was just a dream for the teen
who was a fiend, started smokin’ woolies at 16
and runnin’ up in gates and doin’ hits for high stakes
makin’ my way on fire escapes
[verse 2]
no question, i would speed for cracks and weed
the combination made my eyes bleed
no question, i would flow off and try to get the dough all
stickin’ up white boys in ball courts
my life got no better, same d*mn ‘lo sweater
times is rough and n*gga’s tough like leather
figured out i went the wrong route
so i got with a sick*ass clique and went all out
catchin’ keys from ‘cross seas
rollin’ in mpv’s, every week we made 40 g’s
yo, man go the tec*9
ch*chick*pow! move from the gate now
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