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Paris - How We Do lyrics
Yeah Welcome You are now in tune to the real Hard truth - Soldiers In about 2 seconds a soldier will began to speak Welcome into Cali where we strong like that We struggle with the struggle and it's on like that We guard the gate, separate these boys from men In the cities where too many take your life for granted Stone cold with the message, it's on and crackin' Niggas trifilin' ya quick lose ya life from scrappin' Happens all the time see us dyin' playin' for keeps Many fallin' to the callin' of these murderous streets And the world keep spinnin' ...no stoppin' the rain Seem everytime we happy come the trouble and pain Even marks playin' heartless - who the hell could know In a twist he resisted now he stiff in the cold And we still ain't got no love for no po-lice How many killin' niggas murder in these City Streets Fuck a Pig and these busta ass nigga beats It's Black Power on the map, blow the back out your coward-ass rap Who could match when we spit bricks See 'em scatter when I call blitz Nigga scratch 'em out the mix No matter what you been through We still comin' with that bomb bomb biddy in the city when we bring truth And that's how we do it when we (bomb like that) And that's how we do it when we (come like that) And that's the way we do it cause we (strong like that) See I'mma blast the Devil, the rythmn is the rebel (we roll like that) (we cold like that) And that's how we do it when we (walk like that) And that's how we do it when we (talk like that) And that's the way we do it when we (come like that) See I'mma blast the Devil, the rythmn is the rebel (we bomb like that) (we strong like that) Still wanna cap those - coward ass rap hoes Niggas can't match flows - Even when I rap slow Still got the pill - when I spill over beats And still comin' real never yield sayin' fuck peace I bitch slap fairy tales of straps What the hell happened to rap? It just collapsed Perhaps it's ways of the paper chase clones Niggas far gone from the sellin' of the soul But I'm grown so check the essay, we deep as eses blaze, make these haters behave, we on that Che Guevera seen the fear in they eyes, we world - wide Swat these phony niggas like flies, who wanna ride And vibe off my serenade, terror made Jiggy niggas raise afraid, we finna raid And blaze when we come around, The black fist Amazed how we turn it out - it's like this sayin And that's how we do it when we (bomb like that) And that's how we do it when we (come like that) And that's the way we do it cause we (strong like that) See I'mma blast the Devil, the rythmn is the rebel (we roll like that) (we cold like that) And that's how we do it when we (walk like that) And that's how we do it when we (talk like that) And that's the way we do it when we (come like that) See I'mma blast the Devil, the rythmn is the rebel (we bomb like that) (we strong like that) Got my attitude from adolescence - nothin' changed Gotta say my prayers count my blessin's - what a shame In this game of life nothin' promised - another day Got me packin' heat avoidin' drama - who to blame When we all guilty doin' dirt In the community too many of us in up hurt No love for life in this complicated paradox How many of us gotta die for the madness stop I look around and all I see is these influences the hard times in the eyes of the ghetto ruined so hard to do it when you looked upon as second class Another chapter for Amerikkka's ill-gotten past - you never last If you don't hold your head high - keep strivin' Brothers gonna get by - we keep risin' Even though they want us dyin' - we still thrive and Believe Imma keep fightin' - we street soldiers for life And that's how we do it when we (bomb like that) And that's how we do it when we (come like that) And that's the way we do it cause we (strong like that) See I'mma blast the Devil, the rythmn is the rebel (we roll like that) (we cold like that) And that's how we do it when we (walk like that) And that's how we do it when we (talk like that) And that's the way we do it when we (come like that) See I'mma blast the Devil, the rythmn is the rebel (we bomb like that) (we strong like that) Yeah, Get ya mob on Get ya mob on Street soldiers hard truth yeah |
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