Chorus 2X: Lil Dap Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 mayday Me and my niggas starvin and we thirsty for the payday We can get together, do whatever you want Thugged out, Brook-lan style, east New York
{Lil Dap} About 40 years from now, the meteor hits the earth Countin my birth, puttin in work Um, before we start to disolve, the dirt and disappear from here Countin my fears, hopin there's a heaven upstairs The moon's so bright, let's count a million stars tonight Something ain't right, we got to leave the port to the light I'm claimin my mic, in case we have to rip it tonight 'cause some people some understand, some people don't It's a damn when they try to steal your flow Don't you know, Group Home represents the ghetto Brooklyn's own, have these niggas waivin there chrome We'll splash your dome and leave your ass all alone
Chorus 2X {Kai-Bee} Something ain't right, let's follow the light, but keep it tight And show these cats how we keep it raw but right Follow my lead, proceed burnin my weed, smokin my La Walkin through the streets of C.I., wondering why Good people gotta die, got the future in my eye I'm just chillin to get by Thinkin about life, focusing on the mil 'cause life is illin much more then a ice grill Here goes the realness, listen, lay your position Constantly heads spittin lyrically ammunition Keepin your brains spinnin like rims on an Expedition Follow me on this mission, and swallow my exposition Ladies and gentlemen, here's something new for your ears Open your dutches and crack your beers Rap music is something I live for Only for that we go to war, war, war
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Outro Call for backup, we need help They eatin a lot of food out here, They eatin a lot of food out here Call for backup, we need help Help, help!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
