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letra de my people hungry - fo' clips

[verse 1: fo’ clips]
another sight to see, kickin’ facts from the darkside
it’s money in the ghetto and ghetto in this brother’s eyes
so peep out my heart, some say i’m too d-mn wild
signed of destruction, marks of a messed child
and being born, in this toe back, inner city
pack a 9 milli, smoke a philly, then trip on the things that they done to me
like makin’ laws, y’all can l1ck these b-lls
?miss the wood? and they double cross
my ?? been down since day one
i’m only messin’ with straps that let off at once, still stay tipsy
all y’all with me
50 million blacks in this game and we so dang hungry
ain’t we ridas? don’t that mean something?
can’t we ride and dump on these silly suckas?
packin’ my heat and never leavin’ without it
we runnin’ up in houses, comin’ up on thousands now ??
and this what you talkin’, we can walk that walk
put it down with the .44 and let you know
fo’ clips and tweed loc got your front door
emptyin’ clips out like jordan strikin’ out
can’t see me, my sh-t’s dope
slingin’ keys and tapes across the coast
it’s a bg thang, cut the wood mayne
love your hood mayne, don’t let no bustas in
and sho nuff it ain’t no cowards in compton
for the money we be jackin’ up sh-t to pursue more sh-t
no bluff, just a young tough bg
and ’til i die lil’ homie i’ma stay hungry

[chorus] x2
ain’t no reason why, we do what we do
we just hungry
we just hungry
“ah, that’s the life, ah that i lead”

[verse 2: fo’ clips]
i know it’s tough man, being the next man
so pop in your clip for them fools at the station
grab your brother man and tell him you love me man
have no love for no american watchman
another shock of the hour, havin’ cops takin’ bullet showers
jackin’ ?? for that white dollar
grab my true rag and put it up on my face
give me the ki’s, the g’s and them aks
another fool who gets bucked, not against my race
we gon’ duck him and trunk him in the ??
there ain’t no evidence so there ain’t no case
i stay on my tip toes, roll with brothers on 4’s
dumpin’ out that 4-door brougham with my .44 chrome
and they all be gone if we all stand strong

[chorus] x2
ain’t no reason why, we do what we do
we just hungry
we just hungry
“ah, that’s the life, ah that i lead”

[verse 3: fo’ clips]
now it’s that devil barbarian trippin’ with that bare skin
y’all know big brother suit with that ball point pin
tryna shut me down, can’t mess with the comp-town
i put him down with the glock now
a young rider against these eyes
in this climate of doubt, pack my heat and trust only god
maintain by hittin’ l1cks for them presidents
up in yo’… real quick while i’m c-ckin’ this
so step off, you get… with a sawed-off
all my brothers gonna haul off
on your -ss, with the sound of the gun blast
you gets no p-ss, messin’ with a ghetto bas’
by the year 2000 y’all won’t last
ridin’ against them fools that we can’t see
w-h-i-t-e, never again
will my people be hungry

[chorus] repeat ’til fade
ain’t no reason why, we do what we do
we just hungry
we just hungry
“ah, that’s the life, ah that i lead”

- fo clips

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