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willie b baller - only in america lyrics

(verse 1)
dude selling rock but he smoke a little
homey caught a body went from grave to the cradle
mama’s head on her shoulders but f-ck more than a little
no more days sleeping in the crack spiddle
rats, roaches, mices, racoons, oposoms in the kitchen
speakeasies ain’t nothing but a ghetto kitchen
pills like dope bet you make a good living
the job force door closed so we keep pushing
mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers aunts uncle’s all smoking or snorting
that sh-t that’ll change your thinking
all stinking, n.a like a new religion
side line phiens with their twelve step tradition
girls under the bridge triking, triffling
from springfield ave all the way to kingsessing
came up on this jeep this smoker was jonesing
gave him a buck fifty packthem phiens be hustling

(hook)
in america
my city skyline is gray
in america
another dollar, another day
in america
god and money go together
in america
lies corruption and murder
i ain’t a k!lla but don’t push me
revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting p-ssy
attempt the same charge mine as well get that body
next stop for you and me the red hot country

(verse 2)
she twelve years old wishing to get pregnant
he 13 but got a 9 with a long clip
he a drop out and used to punishment
his next step stareing out a state road fence
child support thugs deep on the corner with drinks
cops blaming blacks on acts of racism
then found out it was a hoax
but the caucasian got laid off with out pension
the word baby mother replaced concubine
but the parents don’t teach them the word but how to sing
tags over tags empty crack and weed bags
pollute the ave with beer in brown bags
phiens collecting cans to support they crack habbit
jump outs with out of state plates n-gga get used to it
wear them bright colors motherf-cker you a target
michael nutter got my city vaccant
it’s b or twin that’s my name on the streets
i.m.o the stage name a.k.a willie b
blue line shuttle ain’t nothing of the past with a bucket and no rims
i still get some -ss gunshots and music
on the ave on blast the last will be the first
the firs will be the last
husbands cheating on their wife
but got a daughter hope the girl
don’t get taught the hate from her mother
there is a such thing called karma
to make the world better it starts with us fathers
section 8 safe house for kingpins
on 52nd street you can buy anything

(hook)

- willie b baller lyrics

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