Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 21st Century , by - Remedy. Song from the album Code:Red, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.06.2005
Record label: Code Red
Song language: English
21st Century |
| Yeah, word… |
| Godfather shit… you know? |
| Take your mind off it (yeah, what?) |
| My projects, this the funeral homes and Laundromats |
| Hall of fame, for niggas who hit off gats |
| Late comer, ain’t turned ghetto since fourteen |
| In the hood it’s only money that the drop bring |
| Solomon King, and when the toast ring |
| You know I know, you yellow back niggas’ll run |
| Talkin' shit, is like walkin' wet on the third rail |
| My fault for hurtin' ya’ll sales |
| About to party like I’m Bobby Rail |
| Cop grams off a Dominican in the well |
| Fifth borough, marquise, livin' New York soap operas |
| I see more drug dealers than doctors |
| Neglect, hold a ratchet, but to Allah I’m still innocent |
| I keep correspondin', wit thugs who needs witnesses |
| Uncle Wise, 21st century |
| Ghetto celebrities, penitentiary bars |
| Jealousy, guns, jigga spot number runs |
| Criminals and deceased stars |
| Look around you, son, who wouldn’t get high |
| We make music, til the wee hours of morn' |
| These grays in my beard grow as time goes on |
| Nothin' like the feeling, when you’re hearin' our song |
| The best things in life just don’t last long |
| Can’t believe it, even little Barbara’s gone |
| Wifey cries everyday, but tries to be strong |
| We all do things we no is dead wrong |
| Can’t get it where you fit in, if you don’t belong |
| Wait for no man, make moves for delf |
| You can’t understand, I write songs for self |
| Seen misery and company, along with wealth |
| The real jewel is happiness and good health |
| Know cats that had money and now they’re dead broke |
| Straight up clean kids, who now smoke coke |
| Smokin' up cigarettes and died of a stroke |
| What used to be respected, now is a joke |
| 21st century, my suggestion to you is to Remedy |
| If you don’t know your enemy, then you’re already dead |
| Rest in peace, God bless, the realest shit said (life) |
| Last intermission, Body Brighton thrill-ogy |
| Stressed out momma, Stephanie Mills |
| Project black house, sell crack to pay bills |
| New York crime scene, narcotic crime kings |
| Chicks with the Chinese doobies, gold diggers wit the tight cooties |
| Searchin' up the candy wit the big booties |
| Draw part headed, hard headed growin' up |
| And hard head will make a soft ass |
| Rock pool old sneakers to class |
| Introductions, the building of a plateau |
| Playin' dominoes wit the beer hoes |
| I thought Pink and B.D., be here forever |
| I thought Sandy Brock would play basketball forever |
| I thought Storm Fields would always give the weather |
| Momma said «never say never» |
| Life, and that’s the way it is |
| Solemnly swear, to always tell the truth |
| Tell you what I see… |
| That’s what I’m here fore, autobiography |
| Life… Solomon marked for life, Solomon, Solomon |
| Solomon marked for life, Solomon, Solomon |
| Solomon marked for life, Solomon, Solomon… |