Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peace Of Mine, artist - Gang Starr. Album song The Ownerz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Peace Of Mine |
Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y’all are listenin' to nowadays on the |
radio man? |
You call that shit hip-hop? |
THAT’S SOME FAGGOT BITCH SHIT Y’ALL ARE LISTENIN' TO! |
All you DJ’s are lettin' the program directors handcuff you |
And sit there and tell you how to mix?! |
YOU FUCKIN' ROBOTS! |
FUCK Y’ALL!!! |
Real talk, serious thoughts |
True and livin' with a youthful vengeance, yo |
«Trust me I’m as live as it gets"-Royce Da 5'9» |
At times I feel like my back’s against the wall |
And if y’all ain’t with me, then it’s me against y’all |
I stand my ground, that’s what I was taught |
While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort |
In the midst of war, I find peace within |
Run, lock your doors, don’t let the beast get in |
The mind is a terrible thing to waste |
I show love 'cause it’s a terrible thing to hate |
Of course I want money, but I won’t compromise |
Y’all don’t realize, think I won’t bomb you guys? |
With the truth nigga, stop misleadin' the youth nigga |
Too many wakes and funerals, that’s the proof nigga |
Our hood’s in danger, kids need guidance |
You keep lyin', still the young keep dyin' |
As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I’m the chairman |
Here with my nigga Premier son |
And we came to change the game |
We represent the pain that’s real talk, what’s y’all claim to fame? |
Rappers simply tracin' flows and chasin' hoes |
Frontin mad hard, that shit’s amazin' yo |
Producers makin' Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on |
They’re ass if they get on the same stage that I’m on |
Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets |
Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat |
Cats be buyin' up SoundScans to beef up sales |
Niggas wanna crossover, wanna be upscale |
Fuck that, that ain’t hip-hop, that’s somethin' else |
You’re better off back on the ave doin' somethin' else |
All you suckers claimin' that you are, thug or gangsta |
You disrespect the game by dry-snitchin' you prankster |
I thank y’all for makin' more room for us, uhh |
Ashes to dust you wonder who’s to trust |
My sense of self, and my mental health |
Is much more powerful, than any hint of wealth |
A lot of niggas get cash, and collect Mercedes |
But neglect their ladies, and forget their babies |
Then the chicks turn and act like dudes |
'Cause they reflect our light, so yo act right fool |
And this is just a piece of my mind, a thesis of mine |
I’mma make moves and I’mma leave you behind |
At times I feel like my back’s against the wall |
And if y’all ain’t with me, then it’s me against y’all |
I stand my ground, that’s what I was taught |
While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort |
In the midst of war, I find peace within |
Run, lock your doors, don’t let the beast get in |
The mind is a terrible thing to waste |
I show love 'cause it’s a terrible thing to hate |
«Trust me, I’m as live as it gets"-Royce Da 5'9» |
«Trust me, I’m as live as it gets-Royce Da 5'9» |