Chea, State Property Criminal Records
We`ll show you exactly what takes place in the ghetto (that`s right)
[Chorus]
People used to tell me
That I`ll be just another nigga
Livin` life in these cold streets
And I don`t wanna be
Just another nigga
People used to tell me
That I`ll be just another nigga
Understand y`all don`t know me
Cause I`m not gonna be
Just another nigga
[Sparks]
They say I`m just another nigga (another nigga)
A malt liquor drinker, a marijuana smoker
Sherman Heller, crack pusher
You gotta serve fiends by all means
To make cream to feed home
I`m just another gangsta, breed homes
Let me run wit my niggaz
Hug the corner, though it one day that same block
That I love to hug, might leave me and to turn into a goner
But I refuse to turn my back on my niggaz
How could I leave them
Knowin` one day I might turn around and need `em for (?)
School me way back in the day
A man should never bite the hand and feed `em
So we learned to break bread through in the month of Ramadan
Together we grow fast, fell back
I watched teams break up, top guns that broke down
Fake fucks get faked down and fake pounds
I got slugs to chase ya fake fucks the fuck down
Police wanna know why I pack the piece
That fills the stacks increase
Ya dudes in the streets wanna ruin the face
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[Oschino]
I sat in my cell, watchin` the walls
Sayin` reps in my head while I washed my drawers
Life is hard, and pussies is soft (district attorneys)
Scream, years involved in there snitch on they boss
But not O, you know the jail thing I`m used to the scene
Keep my blues wit a cuff, and my Converse clean
I`m not pointin`, snitchin`, rattin`, givin` a statement
I`m the mind, body and soul of this nigga you get mavin
I was raised by the PJ`s, hung wit the essa`s
Took rocked nueve`s, dip pull Chevy`s
Sold dope to strangers, shot at my roadies
Smacked my young bitch in her face and broke her clothes
Cause I wasn`t focused everybody so shifty
Life was crazy like I slipped it a nicky
I`m just another nigga, no I`m more
I`m a ex-con, a bank robber driver `bout to go on tour
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[Beanie Sigel]
In `98 y`all couldn`t trace my mug
Now y`all hatin` wanna waste my blood
Cause I`m eatin`, wanna taste my grub
Tell you what, I`ll give you food for thought
The spoon and fork, but y`all bitches doin` the dishes
Feed you shells from the strafe I snubbed
Now Prop`s that`s the case won`t budge
No prints pimp latex glove
Lose in court, fuck you gon` prove in court?
Sig don`t believe in leavin` witness
Shit ain`t all good, different number different hood
Duck and damn the sticks, disappear in the woods
I duck cops and I lost neighbors
Had to separate my neighbors acres, segregate the haters
Y`all said that I`d be dead in the street
Nigga, I`m gettin` bread tryin` to spread wit my peeps
Sit behind the desk and a scraper
I know I`m destined for greatness
Y`all thought you`d read about my death in the papers, huh?
[Chorus]
