Lyrics

Dearly beloved I wanna dedicate this song To all my refugees around the world My shottas My zoes HM All the sets around the world One gang now Little shotta boy We gon make it out the hood one day No more drug dealin' No more gun play To G5's landin' on the runway You know that the world is yours Lost a couple good friends on the way Comin' from the slums we make mistakes... yeah Life's like a Carnival everyday But we stay sucka free, no clown face 'Cuz ya boy's Bugs Bunny, jumping for the carrots Repeatin' everything to the feds like parrots But all I see's the future ahead A new start like when I cut off my dreads Statistically I ain't even supposed to be here Bad Christmas, I never seen a reindeer You beat me, we all got an ego You sniffin' on that hulk though, Lou Ferringo We go eight Y'all just pose like ya'll killas I know Kingkong when I see him Y'all I'm a guilla guerrilla If I had to face pressure Squeeze the crack so far up ya ass That you woke up with an ulcer Yeah, and the homies that I know They either deported Or they ain't comin' home no more Little shotta boy We gon' make it out the hood one day No more drug dealin' No more gun play To G5's landin' on the runway You know that the world is yours Lost a couple good friends on the way Comin' from the slums we make mistakes, yeah I'm just trying to make it out the slums And turn our dreams into reality Little shotta boy I'll hold you down Until the day they come and bury me Queen of the castle The leader of the pack I send my troops into battle Sexy and classy But don't let it fool ya You could catch me in the cut Posted up wit that ruger Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I follow my calling If you could picture me broke then You could picture me ballin American gangsta The Haitians behind me District 13 posted up If you boys wanna come find me And my shootas stay with me A natural born leader I'm the OG of the block I testify like the preacher All my niggas that's with me Take a puff of that reefer I don't do it for myself I do this shit for my people Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Little shotta boy We gon' make it out the hood one day No more drug dealin' No more gun play To G5's landin' on the runway You know that the world is yours Lost a couple good friends on the way Comin' from the slums we make mistakes, yeah I'm by the river Gon' come get near me God, ain't touch me I ain't sleep yet I'm by the river Please be patient God ain't touch me I ain't sleep yet Little shotta boy We gon' make it out the hood one day No more drug dealin' No more gun play To G5's landin' on the runway You know that the world is yours Lost a couple good friends on the way Comin' from the slums we make mistakes, yeah
Writer(s): Wyclef Jean, Madeline Nelson, Branden Washington, Jamika Deshazer, Antoine Darion, Jacob Raphel Washington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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