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rezidue - inner city blues lyrics

[chorus]
yo it’s the inner city blues goin’ through my headphones
starin’ at sp-ce and runnin through the red zone
feel like rhymin’, freestylin’
going back in the time when brothers wasn’t wildin’
but nowadays it’s a brand new tactic
brothers be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uh
better beam down to earth
i’m blowing up with mine first

[verse one]
when i was young i used to roll with thugs that sold drugs
exporting high-caliber weapon transportin’
it was very important to the n-ggas on the block
that you knew how to get down when it was time to rock
came like we was raised on a farm
i mean, n-ggas be on they way to school gettin’ cl!cked on
in ’81
n-ggas used to get thrown up in a suplex
and robbed for their summer youth checks, what
other stick-up kids lookin’ like ‘who’s next?’
runnin’ out, knockin’ n-ggas out in two steps
or three steps
deceps ran sprintin’
everyday was a fight like it was san quentin
n-ggas hidden about who been snitchin’ to the dean
at 3 o’clock his wig got split upon the scene
i guess a buck 50 just ain’t good enough no more
kids be playin’ tag with the four four mag
little bad motherf-ckas need to stay in school
shorty i went the same route so i’m droppin the jewel
mad n-ggas gettin’ k!lled over nothin’
straight squeezin’ off on motherf-ckas
when you hit they nerve b-tton

[chorus]
yo it’s the inner city blues goin’ through my headphones
starin’ at sp-ce an’ runnin through the red zone
feel like rhymin’, freestylin’
going back in the time when brothers wasn’t wildin’
but nowadays it’s a brand new tactic
brothers be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uh
better beam down to earth, i’m blowing up with mine first

[verse two]
yo, i heard this chick say she wanted a +ruffneck+
n-ggas tryin ta be ruffnecks but, yo motherf-ck that
tryin’ ta act wild and get a n-gga k!lled
hook him up to the respirator and put him on tilt, word
bad boys move in silence
was said bad boys caught two with a silencer to his head, uh
some n-ggas lucky enough to do it and live through it
i had a chance but i chose not to pursue it
most of the rough n-ggas i know be like dead or locked up
when they come home my n-ggas look blown
swollen up, but the times is changed
so ya better get hip and get a grip mad quick n-gga
one to three is no joke
five to ten is even worse
25 years, i’ll be cryin’ steel tears
trying to send a bomb letter to the judge
special delivery n-gga, you made a lifetime grudge, uh
i make a shank out a spoon or a light fixture
stay alert and try to keep out of the mixture
i never smoke cigarettes but i get ’em so i could sell ’em
here comes static, somebody better tell ’em (what)
my ward gear be like five or six layers
with books tied to me and i’ma 7:30 playa
this ain’t the time to be franchise neckin’
the trouble arises quicker than the national deficit

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