Freddie Freeloader - Miles Davis

Yeah, for sure nigga We came from nothing nigga, from shit nigga For real Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us Back in '09, me and Lam, we was looking for a way out But ain't nobody wanna show us Riding 'round, selling blow, shotgun doors out his Volvo Must have sowed a whole O up And you stuck it out with me, I love you like a brother If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have a record deal or nothing I know you hate the fact that I'm so loyal to my street affiliation But my niggas need a pack? I'm out here thuggin' Willie and Diego need a pack? I'm out here thuggin' My nigga Butter, hit me for a pack, I'm out here thuggin' And now the DEA, they checking on me when I'm getting on a plane Double life, it got me ducking under covers I just wanna be legit man, shit man And every time I touch a dope, I say that this gon' be my last flip man I got a shorty that's willing to sell it for me She my lover, my homie, the devil cursed me with a pimp hand I hope my daughter never lives this type of lifestyle Creeping under streetlights as a night child My uncle still can't put the liquor or the pipe down Meanwhile, I'm in this kitchen, whipping up the white gal Plus, I got addictions of my own, boy The pills into laced blunts got me gone, boy The Oxycontin and heavy syrup got me looking in the mirror saying "Is you a dope fiend or a dope boy?" Smoking on some shit that I can't pass to a nigga Eyes shiny than a bitch, glass to a nigga Down to kick in the door with .44 Mags to a nigga Got some habits I pray that I never pass to a nigga All about the dollar signs, fuck the sympathy And fuck police, 'cause they killing you and killing me Slanging and banging, my paper stay getting fatter So do Black lives matter when you're about to kill your enemy? I need to know it, drop that paper, boy, don't be heroic You'll get a trip to see your Jesus if you're reaching for it A real solid street nigga, never been extorted You pussy niggas shouldn't be living, should have been aborted It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40 I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn't be recorded It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40 I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn't be recorded, nigga shouldn't be recorded Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Yeah Yeah Yeah All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Yeah All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us (Dolo and the pour up) (Dolo and the-, dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up)

Itt hever a padlón Nyitva a naplód, az életünk És nézem, hogy rólam Mit mond a sok szótlan fehér betű Bennem még hegyeket mozgat Benned már nyomokat sem hagy Nincs út hozzád Intő jeleket nem láttam Bár tudnám, hogyan is váltam Láthatatlanná Néma papír a közöny után Legalább mondd el azt, hogy mi a hibám Nekem a csend így még sohase fájt Ha közös a múltunk, miért lapozol át Miért lapozol át? Miért lapozol át? Egy ideje fagy van Mosolyaidban, a szív bezár Nekem ígérted, mit adna az élet De a semmi jár Építsünk hidakat szóból Van még pár, ami nem rombol Mindent porrá Intő jeleket nem láttam Bár tudnám, hogyan is váltam Láthatatlanná Néma papír a közöny után Legalább mondd el azt, hogy mi a hibám Nekem a csend így még sohase fájt Ha közös a múltunk, miért lapozol át Lapozol át, miért lapozol át? Néma papír a közöny után Legalább mondd el azt, hogy mi a hibám Nekem a csend így még sohase fájt Ha közös a múltunk, miért lapozol át Lapozol át, miért lapozol át?

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto