b-1 – empire staters lyrics
[verse 1]
from the underworld comes the street novelist
i’m marvelous [?] tryna get my own providence
chickenheads blow up hotline and the cops find
empty sh-lls, i test my gun busting at stop signs
fiends go through withdrawals, my n-ggas got no morals
n-ggas get murdered painting murals, making roses floral
my aura’s royal, mental twisted like a coil
street corners boil, test the god and rest under soil
we scheming on scales and gates, picturing ales and steaks
getting thousand dollar bills for possessing flakes
once the reclusive with the exclusive
the god’s invisible, elusive, style is inconclusive
unfound, some of my transcripts are world renowned
in a deep pool of bl–dy money, a lotta n-ggas drown
my n-ggas break bread doing state bids, a n-gga that hates feds
and when i bring it, it ain’t no escape, kid
[chorus]
to all my peoples in the state where skies are grayer
rubber ties they paper, it’s the empire staters
on the five burroughs and greater
minor league n-ggas bleed major, we the empire staters
[verse 2]
i run with degenerates who serve fiends and derelicts
sip alcoholic beverages and leave you hemorrhaging
with kentucky derby cheese and convert-y threes
a black man can’t have nothing another searching sees
my words are 18 karat, the style [?] is golden
[?] controlling me and my pirates stay holding
leave no stone unturned, not one third of the light
hit the sunburn with thoughts of guns and [?]
when my crew -ssembly, ain’t nothing friendly
clans get empty, prosecutors get vexed ’cause our attempts be
suited in polo, jeans, coat, blurry from the weed smoke
boil at high degrees ’cause [?] c0ke
low ceasar [?] intellect, the pro speaker
hide your face or police will snap your picture with [?]
the grand prix lifestyle makes you throw dice down
my n-ggas up north sending depressing kites down
[chorus]
to all my peoples in the state where skies are grayer
rubber ties they paper, it’s the empire staters
on the five burroughs and greater
minor league n-ggas bleed major, we the empire staters
[verse 3]
yo, knowledge to heaven’s like copernicus with verbal trips
rhyme merciless, the d-mn weed got me in herbal bliss
n-ggas rise but it’s easy to take the plunge
as i forwardly lunge to give funds, that’s word to young
it’s compelling, back once again, a known felon
tongues get numb and we get lump sum so what we selling
once the [?] ate your heritage
and the [?] commemorative from ’86 when you compet-tive
nowadays, it’s strictly foul play, my rule of life’s the wild way
where riker’s isle stay since they child days
i’m lost and found and my people scuffing and scrounge
murder committed, i turn religious and then m-ffle the sound
queens n-ggas got crazy chronicles and some diabolical
n-ggas that’s putting weapons to pop on yous
this boulevard n-gga’s strictly out for cash
i’m in whips with chicks with leather seats fitting up on they -ss
time’ll p-ss and the unknown’s upon us
live lawless in this savage world, black peoples is mourners
[chorus]
to all my peoples in the state where skies are grayer
rubber ties they paper, it’s the empire staters
on the five burroughs and greater
minor league n-ggas bleed major, we the empire staters
all my peoples in the state where skies are grayer
rubber ties they paper, it’s the empire staters
on the five burroughs and greater
minor league n-ggas bleed major, we the empire staters
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