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for us, by us - xavy rusan & marc spano lyrics

[intro: news reporters]
[*news station fanfare*]
white male: we continue to follow the breaking news situation in davenport tonight. that’s where a davenport police officer has been shot earlier today

female: yeah, it happened about an hour ago. [*tv static*]

male 2: it’s a headline we’ve been running far too often over the last few months: reports of shots fired, and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better. w* [*tv static*]

female: the davenport police werе called out to fillmore street around midnight. investigators shut down that arеa between 13th and 14th street. one person was shot, and suffered life threatening injuries* [*tv static*]

male 2: and we’re also investigating a possible shooting victim, [?] first ones on the scene
[verse 1]
you*you*you*you*you f*ckin’ with a n*gga who ain’t really got too many more f*cks to give
take a look out the window, see how we f*ckin’ live
and now i’m search for apologies, know i’ll never get ‘em
i’m lookin’ down on these haters ‘cause i can’t level with ‘em
i’m stayin’ focused, they angry ‘cause i won’t settle with ‘em
way too anointed for n*ggas who got the devil in ‘em
i walk the path less traveled and that’s all the difference
everybody linin’ up to eat but who gon’ do them dishes?
n*ggas be whole b*tches and b*tches be cold, vicious
everybody runnin’ with you, ain’t conditioned for the distance
don’t learn that sh*t the hard way, n*ggas who share your hallway
could be the same n*ggas that’ll rob you in the broad day
i know that sound h*lla crazy but i’m sure you’ll adapt
and that’s for the unborn and the babies who black
thank the lord everday that people pay me to rap
‘cause if they didn’t, i’d be trippin, i go crazy and snap

[chorus]
i ain’t ‘bout to trip about it really, though
n*gga, i’m fine, n*gga, i’m fine
‘cause i get a weak lung way before
i get a weak mind, i get a weak mind
i ain’t ‘bout to trip about it really, though
n*gga, i’m fine, n*gga, i’m fine
‘cause i get a weak liver way before
i get a weak mind, i get a weak mind
[verse 2]
and now*and now*and now*and now i’m hardly goin’ out, i’m always in the house
‘cause n*ggas call you bro but then you business in they mouth
these two*faced rust covered n*ggas old pennies
and keep me with a hot temper and some cold henny
they always talkin’ ‘bout that sh*t that’s hard to care about
don’t know n0body with a job, they pay a fair amount
i always handle all my business, i don’t care to pout
now all a sudden n*ggas know me, tryna share the clout
but please tell me where you be at when i need a hand
the block be hot, i’m tryna keep it cool, i need a fan
last night, i heard they shot a n*gga with his hands up
that’s right, another one, the last n*gga had on handcuffs
and what’s really bad, i think the public numb to it
look what they done to us, who the f*ck could undo it?
it’s time to put them xannies down, we got some work to do
love your fellow man, realize that he hurtin’, too
sh*t, n*gga

- xavy rusan marc spano lyrics

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