Donnie Brasco - Ab-Soul

C' est ma ville la nuit, on rêve de belles sommes, Partout c' est le même sort Malgré tous ces défauts, c' est ma zone Tu seras le bienvenu chez moi Dans ma ville, la nuit, la haine nous dévore Mais ça nous rend plus fort On tue l' ennui dans le shit au sous sol Pour oublier ce que nous sommes Minuit passé, y' a que des putes et plus de cendrillon Investis sur l' album, écoutes la délinquance En échantillon Y a des petits, des grands qui montent dans ce pays Où la violence triomphe Les règlements de compte Au vingt - heures en disent long C' est pour nos secteurs, les environs Dédié aux coupables innocents de taule, A cause d 'une balance qui se trompe Ici ça trafique shit, coke, exta ou champignons Parce que plus personne compte sur l' Euromillion Y a ce côté chaud et froid qui fait qu' on se tue A la vodka ou au Dillon Demandes si c' est la merde, mes khos te diront De la maternité à la morgue, Crois pas que le chemin soit aussi long Mon son, les groupies l' ont, au bec un gris pilon C' est pour les mecs de zone d' ombre Qui traînent en petit nombre Ça part en couille car le manque de conscience, La folie comble J' esquive l' ambulance et le commico Mon flow est au niveau, C' est du processus verbal braco, mino. En direct des quartiers difficiles, Paroles explicites Chez nous, même les culs de jatte Font des délits de fuite Des mecs se font canner, Et c' est trop tard pour composer le dix - huit Ici, y a que des princes de la récidive Tout le monde regrette les années collège Les collègues ont le choix entre l' abonnement De l' O.M. et celui des Baumettes Plus on avance et plus on se dit que l' espoir est dead C' est pas parce que l' accent est joli que l' histoire est belle Avant de vouloir soulever des montagnes Je commence par savoir changer ma roue Quand y' a mon pneu qui crève sur un dos d' âne Un - trois, bitume matricule Prises de sueur froide, les vieilles ont peur de moi comme D' une canicule On squatte sous l' abris - bus avec toute la tribu C 'est l' étiquette des voitures qui brûlent, qu' on nous attribue Elle est moins belle la vie de la Côte - d' Azur Ne te fies pas aux cartes postales L' odeur de la pisse, nous on l' assume Les bruits et les sirènes retentissent Devant une belle, pour du sexe, les bandits s' attendrissent Ça vole, ça mendie. On traîne tard en ville. Esquive les flics pour voir notre argent sale blanchi Pendant qu' en taule ça se branle et ça cantine Représente les coins pas tranquilles Sur la trajectoire de la balle que Satan tire Passe la bouteille que je l' enquille Tout va bien, je me jetterai pas dans le vide Ce soir, c' est les hyènes face aux chiennes de Sarkozy Tu veux sortir en boîte, en poche, y a pas un centime Quand c' est la merde, faut apprendre à pas la sentir Comme l' ont très bien dit certains, Dehors ça glisse donc gare à ton fils Ou sois garanti qu' il atteindra pas trente piges Ce flic apprenti flippe et s' attend au pire Ce voyou fait grise mine et n' a pas le temps de fuir Nombreuses sont les victimes, on va pas se mentir Ne fais pas les fils si tu ne sais pas conduire.

What do you do when you've done all you can And itseems like it's never enough? And what do you say When your friends turn away And you're all alone, alone? Tell me, what do you give when you've given your all And it seems like you can't make it through? Well, you just stand when there's nothing left to do You just stand, watch the lord see you through Yes, after you've done all you can You just stand Tell me, how do you handle the guilt of your past? Tell me, how do you deal with the shame? And how can you smile while your heart has been broken And filled with pain, filled with pain? Tell me what do you give when you've given your all? Seems like you can't make it through Child, you just stand when there's nothing left to do You just stand, watch the Lord see you through Yes, after you've done all you can You just stand Stand and be sure Be not entangled in that bondage again You just stand and endure God has a purpose Yes, god has a plan Tell me what do you do when you've done all you can And it seems like you can't make it through? Child, you just stand, you just stand, stand Don't you dare give up through the storm Stand through the rain Through the hurt Yeah, through the pain Don't you bow, and don't you bend Don't give up, no, don't give in Hold on Just be strong God will step in And it won't be long After you've done all you can, after you've done all you can After you've gone through the hurt After you've gone through the pain After you've gone through the storm After you've gone through the rain Prayed and cried Prayed and cried Prayed and cried Prayed and cried, oh my After you've done all you can you just stand

(Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance (Ayy) Same song, new dance, ho (Man, look) Get up off my dick, let me talk my shit Let me show 'em how I feel, for real (Real) These niggas ain't ill, they ain't got no skill They ain't got no will, for real (Uh-uh) I was ten-and-two on Central Tryna make my dream come true (I was) Youngin from Del Amo tryna let y'all know just what we go through (Uh-huh) I was back-to-back at the bastard shack for a pack of Blacks Tank wasn't on "F", as a matter of fact, it was half of half of that (That's fact) Stopped goin' to church, like, "What it's all worth?" What would Jesus do if he was in these shoes? If Johnny pull up, I'm fucked, I'm drunk Had Rossi in the trunk, I was off that Jesus juice Had the passion of Christ, I ain't need a Jesus piece (Uh-uh) Just needed the people to believe in me (Yeah) I ain't need a AP to put my city on the M-A-P (Nah) Was a fade away from banging the ECC The OG told me, "Stick to slingin' them ABCs" (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck (Yeah) Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) Get up off your ass Go and get some cash, show 'em you mean business (Yeah) Go above and beyond, evolve, these niggas so primitive Left the murder scene, ain't leave no witnesses (Ugh) My name must be "Abraham— Lincoln," bitch, I'm innocent (Yeah, yeah) Ugh, life's too short, you should be gettin' it, ugh (Yeah) While the getting is good, if you knew better, you would (Ugh) Gotta go hard in the paint Gotta night-ride when they call it a day All work, no play, crank up the ball and the chain Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way Ayy, they been afflicted by this, off top On top of the injured list, sit 'em in intensives (Yeah) We knock 'em out like mama say, raisin' all of the stakes (Ugh) To win this shit, I, I been addicted, I need hollandaise (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) Yeah, ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Hold up, I already told ya that I was conceived In Korea by Herbert the Third and Lacresha It's no coincidence that I would grow up and blow up You know that the flow is nuclear Since the moment of birth, I was chosen My soul had a glow that was blinding them all The gold in the dirt, the light in the dark The gift and the curse, the right is the wrong See 'fore I knew I would carry the cross Me and Dion had our clothes in reverse Memorizing Kris Kross songs and performing them That was the origin Couldn't come up with a stage name so he gave me his Snap G, word to Tricky T Later I teamed up with Capital 3, El Capitan, and Capital C Might've sold you a white tee down at Magic Disk That's where I was raised Had a crib in it, bitch, I lived in it 'Fore we burned 'em all, compact discs G-pops had me stuffing mixtapes Tryna hit a lick, almost did a bid Steak on a plate, know I gotta eat Grandma made a name this big Then it was Black Planet freestyle chat on a compact tryna get it AOL free trials on dial-up, millennials won't get it Battle mongers, grim reapers, A5 stay live, I'll never forget it Metasota had me on AIM, teaching me how to flip it Still got a cousin in Compton that was making beats Creating waves with the sound I took it as a sign, got my book of rhymes Grabbed the mic and never put it down Soon as he hit record, I transformed I was now a god in man form I was no longer me, but much more Close my eyes and I swear to God I see fans in the stands demand an encore Standing up with they hands up Henceforth, I stole the show, yo The moment I open my eyes, I committed Pun intended, I was sold Wait for it, Soul! My nigga Herb O'Riley, haha!