A Tear For The Ghetto

Uhm, ah
Check it out
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Yeah, uh, check it out
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{lil dap}
East new york express, brothers don't try to flex
Only real brothers on these trains, and we know what's best
Deep meditation, when we start to ride over rhymes
High port pole, we junction and my chain, it shines
My confusion on the streets, and we maintain the peace
Lockin shit down, like masons with coke on the street
Passing down my sound, my hype lyrics from the over ground
To dope, they comin close and brothers tried to approach
So i hid my stash, when i hit nostra ave
Pickin up oils and answer to create a new path
Possibilities of law corrupt cops are messing up
Lockin up the wrong brothers, when they should be let out
Next stop, downtown, deez cats had it locked down
Sittin vertically and horizontally all around
So we maintain our focus and hold the fort down
Cuz we from east new york, and we do get around
Going uptown and see my man nutcracker yo
Brainsick, are you ready to rock this show
Big poppa politics got my people locked down
So we jungle thru our music, sharing love thru the town

Chorus: lil dap

Some people understand, some people don't
Some people realize, some people won't
Keep it real to my people in the streets you see
Understand the street knowledge was your only key
Some sisters understand, some sisters don't
Some sisters realize, some sisters won't
Keep it real to my sisters in the streets you see
Understand the street knowledge was your only key

{melachi the nutcracker}
Recreation of life, is a natural beauty
Enhance technicians to do their duty
Evaluations, of all situations
Excellent specialists, with information
Opportunity treatment, for the community
Re borough businesses, arrange by families
Additional support, and sternly thought
Do not get caught, yo for negative things
Destructive problems or what it brings
Independency involves emotional distress
Without focus, yo it's a big mess
Dependency, i have a room for a neighbor
Infasize individuals with different behaviors
Mentally fit, so you can stay legit
Of the structure values, on this unit
Sick ethic, social economic backgrounds
Exhibit extreme, all though protected in this town
Education is the main priority
Because there is too poverty in this society
Uptown, downtown we gotta pay rent
Prevent the bad, relay are sin
Don't get bent, because you smokin off the sess
We from new york on the a train x-press, x-press

Chorus: lil dap

Some sisters understand, some sisters don't
Some sisters realize, some sisters won't
Keep it real to my sisters in the streets you see
Understand the street knowledge was your only key
Some brothers understand, some brothers don't
Some brothers keep it real, some brothers won't
Keep it real to my brothers in the streets you see
Understand the street knowledge was your only key
Some people understand, some people don't
Some people realize, some people won't
Keep it real to my people in the streets you see
Understand the street knowledge was your only key, key

Uh, check it out
East new york style
Check it out, check it out

Intro: host (caller)
H: 1718 thug
C: hello? yo is the thug line man?
H: yeah yo what the deal
C: yo i need some help..
(arguing)
C: somebody help me quick
(more aguing)

{blackadon}
These punk wig push back pimps up in the game
Livin off the name, lookin for ghetto fame
K black, the time of cat that run up on your dame
Fuck her, spit in her face and then take her chain
Just so you can come thru, and got robber too
Yes you know how we do
That old bk shit like biggie said "we on it"
Suit niggas is wanted, feelin like a rap cornered
About to attack, yo son hold me down
These cats is gettin murdered, and there is no second round
You better dial a thug, reality won't change
Just when i seen your man game recognize game
East new york type of slang, mowing unless you gettin banged
Mango dangle hang, so you better watch your dame
Lyrics razor sharp, hit you like slugs
See me on the streets, you better dial a thug

Chorus 2x: lil dap (all)
You got money but you got no love (dial a thug)
Scarred to wear your jewels in the club (dial a thug)
If you scared of cryps you scarred of bloods (dial a thug)
Nigga (dial a thug) nigga (dial a thug)

{lil dap}
Call a thug nigga, you scared to death of your life
You askin me twice, can you get a special advice
You callin a thug, cuz you need some help tonight
Now watch me enlight, these '89 thugs tonight
Cuz since so much anger built inside
Group home been my pride, rockin it worldwide
Since the manefist days, niggas rockin with besses
Bangin in texas, why these niggas keep on stressing
Suckin my love, niggas better dial a thug
They askin for slugs, because they disrespecting my love
Cuz motherfuckas act hard, even thugs get scarred
Now you niggas get barred, because we pullin your card
Cause since '88 on the floor doing the rambo
Snatching chains and for laws, kickin cats out the doors
It's a '87 thing, puttin fake niggas in respect
If these niggas try to front, then we break their fuckin neck

Chorus 2x

{black e-starr}
Yo, you dial them niggas that will rock ya, split ya fuckin wig
You dial them niggas up in the ghetto that kill you for a big
Dial them niggas, up in the corner, rockin them colors
Dial them niggas, up that will straight up kill your baby mother
Dial them niggas up, who be rockin guns for fashion
Dial them niggas, who be straight up armed trained in session
Dial them niggas, in the streets who don't think shit is sweet
Dial them niggas, that will straight rock ya ass to sleep
Dial a thug nigga

Chorus 2x

{melachi the nutcracker}
Aiyo, new york tracks, keep me phat like that
I exercise with fitness, to support my back
It's going on black, and i'm out to get mines
Bust in the place with a new york rhyme
Yo some people are mindless, and don't know what the time is
Mess around with the wrong one, and get expired
I'm gettin fired, offa the smoke and the blunts
Killin big bids offa a gangsta hunt
Don't front, what do you want? i push a trick with a stunt
We got out of town hits, and like george likes pits
Cuz i flex with a polo around my wrist
Nothing changed...

{lil dap}
Uh, my bad decision in the game got me flippin on cats
Now that i'm back, puttin brooklyn down on the map
Cuz you know this camera's on me, and my sons right now
Pimpin our sounds, watch how we tear shit down
I cause blow a catastrophe, i master thee
The game of rap, so don't fuck with dap, i dance with my track
You bust you neen, i bust my nena back
Rhymes sharp like thumbtacks, with enough contacts
To blow my enemies off the map, if they try to attack...

Chorus 2x: lil dap

Oh sweet america, how could it be?
Can't see my people dying in the streets no more
Got to hustle from the bottom just to feed the poor
Understanding what's right, realizing what's wrong
*(second time, the last line gets left out)*

{melachi the nutcracker}
Yo i salute the mic, when i take flight
Plus my styles real hype, and i'm feeling allright
So go with the flow, let's see what all of you know
I flip like g.i. joe, with mad potential
I'm about to get mine, you know it's about that time
My people losing their mind, off the group home rhyme
Murdering crime, people on the streets playing for keeps
Brand new jeeps, riding thru on the creep
Who care? i guess that everyone is scarred
Better be preparred, cuz the worst is near
The group home is here, open your ears and stand clear
Crack your bears, we've been doing this for years

Chorus 2x

{lil dap}
How could it be? cuz if you bust for me, i have to bust for you
These old school rules, got me spittin lyrics at you
I'm thinking hard and serious and going back to the time
When cats were scarred to death to even say that they rhyme
Cuz it was off the meters, niggas had to throw their dick beaters
Block parties with heaters, no crooked to feed us
It's 7 days in a week, 12 months in a year
But between the nonsense we'll drop a jewel this year
Keep your eyes open, stoppin off the ends when we rock
Poppin your clutch, and starving mc's to rock
And walk with fear, keepin my momentum in gears
Excess is near, my niggas can smell it in your ear
2000 and beyond, group home are bombing ya, son
My crew number one, no competion

Chorus 3x

{melachi the nutcracker}
Yo my rhymes are deep, when i walk thru the streets
If you wanna eat, you gotta work for this meat
The stress is building, people are losing their children
I can feel the pain, just from the blood spilling
I ain't sittin around chillin waitin for that
I'd rather make moves with my man lil dap
Too many people killin made me lose my mind
Crime don't pay, it's just a waste of time
You should shine like a sun, or the holy one
Blessed with a gift to get the job done
Nutcracker's the one, and new york is where i'm from
Group home for the year 2 g, let's get it on son

Chorus: lil dap (repeat 3x)

Straight like that, why these niggas beefin for rap
Matter of fact, puttin brooklyn down on the map
No turnin back, rollin with my a-mob cats

{steph lova}
Yo, this is for my dogs, can't forget my divas
Nonbelievers, under achievers, pockets stuffed like pitas
Cuz the love is off the meter, on any givin
Weep the compition shiftin cliffin like what!?!
Spittin up blood from the slugs caught in the club
Just because the fucker been thought and ducked
What you get for thinkin, have all you cats rinkin
The crew that have sink and shot the engine out your lincoln
Just for livin, you know i talk alot of shit, but that's a given
Gats stay hidden, cause all this is forbidden
From my side of the chalk, you sell crack till your rap shit kick off
Or a beef kick off, heard 3 shots lick off
Spark the riot up north

Chorus 2x
Yo straight like that, yo straight like that

{lil dap}
Yo my little nigga is my nigga till the day that we die
Clean out my inside before i rest my eyes
This is for my niggas livin out there in the streets
Searching for peeps, hopin someone hears us upstairs
Blockin out my fears, time to get fame this year
So what's your hobby son? comin from brooklyn, new york
Like 10 years in the game, with the group home name
When cats were scared, to step or even walk in the train

Chorus 3x

Intro: lil dap
Uh, this one here
Is for the pimps, the hustlers and the cool niggas
Hahahahahahah, straight like that

{lil dap}
East new york, brooklyn, my destination of birth
Momdukes gave us power to walk the streets of the universe
We comin from brooklyn, fully damn armed
These situations of life a' make a nigga drop off
Power after power, and day to day
Warrior for my niggas in the streets all day
Haunted daily to our life i said "the crime don't pay"
They say "the rich get rich, the poor get poor"
Cuz we can walk down the block, politic all night
Start to make our own tracks, for these cats to recite
Recite, we'll pull your juggalo vein right out your throat
Make these cats want to propate
I'm holdin it down with my throat
Heard me walk about it, islamic and knowledge
Shinin bright like a diamond, sittin in bk, rhymin
Holdin it down, waitin for the sun to set now
Look in the sky, see my man b.i.g. floatin around
One day the shine so bright, livin life so right,
Lost my man tonight - settin it off, aight?
Check it like this, it got to go with the flow
Some niggas may not understand, but you know how it go

Chorus 2x: lil dap

Because life ain't shit, gotta work for yours
Gotta hustle from the bottom just to feed the poor
Niggas think shit is funny, gotta work for yours
Because the rich get rich, the poor get poor
Jump up and grab ya nina, cuz you got to get yours

{lil dap}
B.i. 2000 roman numerals are stamped in our skin
Now let us begin, and break it down, it's how we get in
We don't know about kites, all we know about life
Situations all about it, how we break it down right

Chorus

Life ain't shit, gotta work for yours

{agallah}
Don't ever come to bk no more
Little shorties i got around me, yo they spray some more
They make you pay from the door
Sneakin on niggas coming outside the stores
Runnin around sellin coke outta they drawers
Morning, i ain't got time for talkin back
I assurted the clip in the motherfuckin mack, ready to attack
A lot of these cats, speakin on they do such and such
And while to fuck to around, get smoked like a dutch
Yo, my rifle gon search and sniper mc's
All the way from blake avenue all the way to mercia
Blazin verses up, chain robbery people cold shake
Ya breath is up, kidnap your style, take a person up
Never fake me for certain, pullin the curtain
Runnin outside like my stomach hurtin
Comin in ya 9 to 5, make ya stop merchin
When i start squirtin, bk is a fucked up place
Kick ya down the staircase and cold piss in ya face

Chorus 2x

{melachi the nutcracker}
Aiyo my life ain't shit, plus my job ain't shit
My car ain't shit, and you know bitches ain't shit
If you wanna get my dough, you gotta work for it
You gotta grab ya gun and bust for it
Aiyo the group home is stick and we swermin like alligators
Risin to the top, like project elevators
Life is like a war, we gotta feed the poor
The rich will get rich, but ghetto love mean more
Family foundation, till you gotta love yours
That's the only way to build a strong structure
Cuz when it rains it pours, we opening the doors
A roof over ya head is like sun galore

Chorus 2x

{intro: some lady (some guy)}
Umm, wazzup?
Uh, i've been upstate for about 4, 5 years now
(right right)
And uh, i don't even know where my kids right?
But my whole problem is, you know, i don't really care
(yeah)
So could you tell me how not to be stupid on that situation
See, that i care?
(bitch, get off that crack, you on that shit)
(anytime a bitch don't know where her kids at, you on that crack)
(next caller, bitch go home)

Intro: lil dap
Bust it uh
Bust it, uh
Uh, yeah
I'm gonna v.i.p. this shit real something
Knowhatimsayin? straight like that
Big slam, uh, bust it out
Check it out, uh

{lil dap}
So we could walk through the ghetto, politic all night
Start to make our own tracks, for these cats to recite
Recite, we'll put your juggalo veins right out your throat
Take these cats on from brooklyn
I'm holdin it down with my throat
Heard me walk about it, islamic and knowledge
Shinin bright like a diamond
Sittin in bk, rhymin
Holdin it down, waitin for the sun to set down
Look in the sky, see my man b.i.g. floatin around
One day the shine so bright
Livin life so light
Lost my man tonight
Settin it off, aight?
Check it like this
It got to go with the flow
Some niggas may not understand, but you know how it go

{someone else raps, but the songs fades}

Intro:
Let's work for the family
Let's keep the family strong
By keepin the tie of love strong in the family
All those of you who are rich, use your riches to elevate the poor
All those who think you are wise, use your wisdom
And teach the unlearned
So all of us walk together like brothers
And i say this, there is no family without a hair in their family

{lil dap}
Yo it took 41 shots, to take one man down
I'm black and i'm proud, fighting for this struggle right now
27 years i didn't think i'd walk this earth
My grandmother sat and told me how she hustled for life
Pop dukes had to leave, to fight the feedin me
Mom dukes took her early leave, to explore her life
Now we eat dogs, runnin through these streets all night
Something ain't right, now what part of the game is this?
If it took killas and niggas stronger to make an end
Searchin for bread, my whole situation has changed
Rollin at a young age, but i got to focus my brain
Straight like that, the codes are on the streets to come back
Come burnin my mack, it's time to kill them softly black
Cuz we real brooklyn niggas comin through these streets
Connect it with 5 boroughs and the shit gets deep
Open your eyes, hoping that these people get by
Real recognize real, now you got to pack steele
I got my deal, 0 for 1 record deal
And these stupid ass niggas said we couldn't come back
Hears to your facts, i hate set it on you you black
We hate to set it on your black

"so let's get the family together"

{lil dap}
First to first, niggas don't want me to disperse
Why young minorities they have to ride in a herse
Undertane to 5 vehicle, or up in the lobby
Little kids got shot, cops can't even show their own glocks
I've performed in many countries, with people going to war
Settling the score, representing brooklyn once more
I write rhymes to design or a new frame of mind
They got us locked us in situations, we might have to kill
I'm trying to bill, niggas keep on fronting still

"all those of you who are rich, use your riches to elevate the poor"
"all those who think you are wise"

Chorus: lil dap
Cuz we real brooklyn niggas coming from these streets
Connected with 5 boroughs and this shit gets deep
We real queens niggas coming from these streets
Connected with 5 boroughs and this shit gets deep
We real bronx niggas coming from these streets
Connected with 5 boroughs and this shit gets deep
We real shaolin niggas coming from these streets
Connected with 5 boroughs and this shit gets deep
We real harlem niggas coming from these streets
Connected with 5 boroughs and this shit gets deep

{lil dap}
Bk, harlem niggas
Footprints, walkin the streets, i hope it is a good path
Lookin for my dad, tell him how we survived in the hood
It was all good, cuz 99 percent of your life,
Positioning things are right, niggas they start to act trife
See i set my family and even kept my things real
Had my own dough, even pushed the forward deal
Cuz writing rhymes is much better then sittin and
Writing jail letters
That sings all those ones certain locked behind the walls
Brooklyn's my print, a black baby mistoken from birth
Where's your old earth? black cause burn on the dirt
Cuz this industry makes billions of dollars every year
Blood, sweat & tears, while my people sittin in the cut
Hungry as fuck, i'm sitting back drinkin on my tea
They can't stop me, ghetto connect the soldier you see

Chorus

That's right, this goes out to all of chicago
L.a., new york, livin the hard life
Streets of indianoplis
Brooklyn

Chorus 2x: lil dap & agallah

As the weed burn kid, i'mma make it in life
Am i qualified for a crib, a kid and a wife?
Do i have to stay worried getting shot stabbed with a knife?
Gettin caught gambling dice, to hustling ice
Going to jail once, going to jail twice
A nigga sold, 25 to triple life yo

{lil dap}
We took time in the ghetto building with o.g.'s
To askin me, do we know the code of the streets
Walkin the beat, in the hood were it's all good
A tear for the ghetto, they don't wanna be in hood
It's like a tear in disguise, decides to get wise
And through my eyes, i can see through these fake ass guys
I turn a thug into a rapper, a rapper into a thug
Throw that ass into the street, show him no more love
I guess these cats have brought reality from the one of above
Too deep in the game, can't concentrate
Droppin bombs in the ghetto, like the game of kuwait
Meditatin with my niggas, cuz we just can't wait
36 months left till the year 2g
I've granated with my niggas across the land and see
Because we channel thru our music and thats all we know
Comin thru the ghetto with that ill ass flow
Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal
Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls
What? channel thru our music and thats all we know
Comin thru the ghetto with that ill type flow
Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal
Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls

Chorus

As the weed burns kid i'mma make in in life
As the weed burns kid i'mma make in in life

Interlude:
Why are we doing this?
Because the families have no love

{agallah}
At the city, crime found dead eight o'clock sharp
Nigga get murdered, right by the string of a harp
Cannot get saved from the heart, and i'mma bring this art
Like an exhibit in greenwich village nigga, agallah mozart
Rock shots to block and drive the benz slow start
Lyrics keep going when pose polebar
I'm just a soldier, man, i'mma go far
Some of you never made it, cuz you refuse to know god
Comin at me with crowbars, when i'm comin out of 4 cars
Fillin so many maggots in me, corleone tron
Puerto rico my homeland of the man sipping the motar
My whole clique, g.i. joe, y'all are cobra
Stay fake niggas, is always caught john blaze
Contemplate, moves of agallah 8, make a mistake
Yo i come to your wake, with 5 niggas with bandanas
Yo, your clip insert banana arm

Chorus 2x

{melachi the nutcracker}
Just to make it in life, i used be livin trife
To be precise, run up on you with a gun or a knife
And that's word, to my fam 183rd
Yo a-mob, and fuck what you heard
The battle cat is back, but i'm no longer 16
I'm down with dap and we don't shine we gleem
The group home team is tight like old slacks
Of the meat rack, slappin weak rappers back
You get caught up in my track, and see that this is no act
I wan't more than a smore stack, move against me and floor flat
Is the black man qualified to make it in life?
Or will he die trying, to earn some stripes
I gotta eat, so you will meet your defeat
To make my mission complete

Chorus 2x

As the weed burns kid i'mma make it in life
As the weed burns kid i'mma make it in life

Intro: {sample from movie}

Most persons never have a chance to get into a recording studio
Never get to see or hear a record being made
And only experience the finished product
Until now, you had no way of learning
Of the anormous complexity of the recording process
And this limits appreciation of music
We can't hope to explain all the complexity
But we hope to give you some insight
For the musical forces at work
And have a good time in the process

Chorus 2x: lil dap

Run for you life, if your life you live
Live behind the gun, and this is what you get
Two slugs to the head, and you're dead and gone
Listen to the word, that's how word is bond

{agallah}
Word is on the corner of gas & the plate
The don who got laced up by mistake
Time flies yo we chillin at his wake
Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type fake
Nice '88 black is held down with the white face
The way shit was going, couldn't wrote out his will
Hear them be sneaking upon niggas, cuz he love to kill
Met war, slouching cars, to send you bon voyage
One fourth of tears pullin out from the eyes of your mom
The rise of your life is on, negative or positive
You trying to live right or wrong, something just got to give
Even if you got a bm, it's the walk of dead, everytime you seen him
Prisoners walk, always try to go for freedom
Year two thou, back space, niggas delete them
Praying god, everytime we eatin

Chorus 2x

{lil dap}
My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my peeps
Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholars
More power to devour all these fake mc's
Uncle tom brought the playa hating jellin on me
So we jellin to our music, cuz that's all we know
Break it down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow
Walkin days or nights, business sights and fights
Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night
Indeed yo, in the streets this is what you see
Try to speak the forth, but no one understands me
Moms please listen to me, turning dust into black
Running straight for my life, and there's no turning back

Chorus 2x

{blackadon}
Yo were i'm from eny, where there at? brooklyn
Got heads turning, from cali to fort ten
I've been in the mix since before '86, and while you sucking dick
I'm strickly gettin biz
You know who it is, when you from brooklyn
Every fuckin borough scared of them crook kids
And don't wonder why, just please come thru
With your 10 karat ice, and see what we do
It ain't nuthin new, just the same old thing
Will snatch your chain, invect your brain
That was my frame of mind, when i think way back
The only thing to say was, my name was k slack
To overgate my sins, so i can be born again
Still livin the brooklyn rasta farayan
You listen to my words, and you will be born
A life filled, a child worn

Chorus 2x