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Artiste:
AZ
Titre:
Found My Niche (FMN)
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Uh uh uh, uh uh Low caesar, kept fresh off the steps in the summer heat Blessed to be amongst the vets, it's a younger me Mock necks, Adidas sweats, Lee's dungarees BVD under tees, shit, I hung with G's Everybody reppin' they P's, speakin' slang 'Til the God start connectin' degrees, seekin' change Some puffin' weed, no E, some sneakin' 'caine Then that crack hit the map, it's a wrap, the reaper came Crews started formin' in cliques they runnin' blocks On the strip when a live nigga flip you wanna watch It's bugged, seen the doctor in scrubs come and cop The love of drugs, finally found me a plug to run a spot Switch gears, fuckin' with peers, they out of town Packed up, blew for a year without a sound Came back, reappeared, it's going down And what I seen was a whole lotta kings that lost they crown Smoked out, others was dead, some in the Feds It broke out, code red, the plague spread Zombies in the streets on the creep, they wanna hit Hommies over beef, it was deep, that summer shit Venereal spreadin' in sections, a lot of sexin' Imperial Moët reppin', a lot of weapons Jewels on niggas' neck, they want wreck Big body Benz on deck, who wanna flex? Feelin' like a killer inside, my soul died 'Til the God wise open my eyes, word up... Peace Seven, this ain't right and exact You fallin' victim to that devilishment, God We supposed to build not destroy, we true and livin' Don't add on to the genocide G-O-D Get back on your square That's what I did, raids on niggas cribs, they killin' kids The system wasn't lettin' 'em live, they gave bids Life on back of they numbers, 20 summers I'm just now seein' some niggas since I was younger Flat top, I jot mine in '89 Had props, I got knocked for baby time Still straight, whole body laced with crazy shine Then my Ace got shot in the face, they made me rhyme Money dryin' up in the streets, I took a seat Stop ridin' dirty in jeeps and rode beats Reality rap, shit sick, I found a niche '94, came with Life's a Bitch