8Ball - Intro (Lost) lyrics
[8Ball - Intro Lost lyrics]
Uh the streets of my city be gritty
Young niggas pack plenty
And ain't never show no pity
Many die on streets of concrete
Blasted from the heat from under the seat
Niggas just tryin' to make ends meat
Trying to eat
Day to day livin' with no religion
Luxury cars
And this money got my full attention
School teachers and the preachers don't
Know what to teach us
They don't get a second look
Without them ghetto features
Created so the non pigmentated rated
Pornographic caught they children learn the
Words and say it save the monsters
But don't nobody know the lord
Status depends on the baddest
Shit you can afford and look at me I'm in
The middle of the confusion
Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion
Take it how you wanna take it
I gotta twist and break it
Make it shine to distinguish from
The ones who fake it
And if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable
Money's foldable, fuck a Hip-Hop quoteable
Nobody felt what I was feeling
When I wrote this shit broke this shit
But that ain't new so I can cope with this
Hope it get better for those
Who don't get a chance
To advance, and dig the shit I be saying
You know what might make what
I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers judge the one they
See in the mirror
Young niggas pack plenty
And ain't never show no pity
Many die on streets of concrete
Blasted from the heat from under the seat
Niggas just tryin' to make ends meat
Trying to eat
Day to day livin' with no religion
Luxury cars
And this money got my full attention
School teachers and the preachers don't
Know what to teach us
They don't get a second look
Without them ghetto features
Created so the non pigmentated rated
Pornographic caught they children learn the
Words and say it save the monsters
But don't nobody know the lord
Status depends on the baddest
Shit you can afford and look at me I'm in
The middle of the confusion
Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion
Take it how you wanna take it
I gotta twist and break it
Make it shine to distinguish from
The ones who fake it
And if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable
Money's foldable, fuck a Hip-Hop quoteable
Nobody felt what I was feeling
When I wrote this shit broke this shit
But that ain't new so I can cope with this
Hope it get better for those
Who don't get a chance
To advance, and dig the shit I be saying
You know what might make what
I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers judge the one they
See in the mirror