文本歌词

I hear the streets calling my name
Fake friends envy my fame
Wanna see a righteous man's soul
Burning in flame
Max Payne when it come to this game
Malfunction every d**n thing moving
Till it walk with a cane
Put stakes on these lames and snakes
Who words slipped out with same pace
Lied and he smiled in my face
I've been held back long enough
Now strong enough
Drop a CD weekly and burn all of 'em up
Cut their tongues out
And chop off tails
I knock off sales
Reload my 45th
And drop more shells
I pop off well
Hate me cause the truth prevail
Your group clientele will stale
Go recoup yourself
Don't even hit me with an email
Or blow up my cell
But when you see me in the club
Try to pass me an L n***a
Burn Babylon Burn
Burn Babylon Burn
Burn Babylon Burn
They switch gears on n***as careers
I used to sleep on the stairs
But now I'm seated in executive chairs
Conversate about money and weight
How to conquer these states
War sells ain't no love without hate
Strategize for my Malcolm X tape
Since '78 I've realized
This was desolate place
Seen hell thru the eyes of a child
Meanwhile more c*****e coming in piles
More bigger in vials
Took away all the motherly smiles
Much stronger now than love and fair
I'm smarter hire the men of the gun
One created the sun
It's a lesson
That I'm teaching the young
Burn like 151
That's why I'm teaching my son
I'm still ghetto like a corner store
Robin Hood of the poor
I'll since '84 still make the ladies raw
Reservoir Dog
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