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Buried in the Streets Lyrics

(Intro)
Can you smoke?
Never swim against the current
And they say the tide is rising
Uh, these n***** drownin' to death
Where the lifeguards? We on the boat
Let these p****** know they got a rope
Or they want ya boy that threw a rope
Ah!

(Verse 1)
Successful n****, pants hangin' off my a**
King of diamonds, boy you better go and pay yo tax
Strong arm, robberies, but neva take advice
Not the type of brother that'll read a book at night
He a fool, ain't he? Holla "Where that tool at?"
He-a move that, pocket full of food stamps
n***** pray to see they seeds in the Ivy Leagues
But all I see is young teens on a Rikers team
n***** throw a molly tryna get the lottery
I know she f*****' homie, shawty, don't you lie to me
You gon' fall in and outta love a hundred times
Look at me, get yo money like I'm gettin' mine
Half these n***** jealous of that spot you in
Exercise the same muscle you know got you in
Caught him wit a block, my n**** had to plead a Ten
Stay alive through my rhymes until we meet again
(Verse 2)
Reminiscing on railings on my own, still jaded
Rest in peace a real n****, we all real elated
It done been a couple years and it's still raining
Everyday the sun shine, I know you still reigning
Suge got up on his shackles And that n**** fainted
2Pac triggerman, somewhere on his knees praying
Now it's time for certain things to come to light
David Kenneth testifies against Mr. Knight
House cost 6, another 2 to paint it
Prayin' one day all my haters maybe get acquainted
No longer in the beef, now I'm on to Bison
Evander Holyfield, swear I really want to write him
To ask him how it feels, maybe vice-versa
To know a n****, bought his crib with a nice verse
Hundred rooms all alone, still blowin' dro
Black bottle, in my robe, do this for my WOES
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