Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 'O russo e 'a rossa (Ritmo moderato), artist - Renato Carosone.
Date of issue: 08.01.2013
Song language: English
'O russo e 'a rossa (Ritmo moderato) |
aint no hope in the streets, you broke you sell dope |
all my young niggaz outside hustlin coke |
know the drama, if you aint sellin crack then its ganja |
I been through it dun, hittin niggaz two for one |
pullin guns out and bustin my shits too |
what? |
I aint give a fuck |
I used to get a rush when i bust mine |
backin up my nickle and dimes |
goin thru difficult time |
writin my life story in rhyme |
but when I look at all the niggas |
they hit with mad time |
in proportion with the big king pins it dont fit |
you could get caught with barely a half a slab |
and the judge sentence you like you ran the ave |
I aint plan to get rich fom sellin that shit |
it was survival |
my game plan was not to get knocked by 5−0 |
but who am I just a young nigga caught in the mix |
and if this weed dont sell I’m’a cop me a brick |
sellin dope, servin weed, we had to hustle to hustle just to eat |
sellin dope, servin weed, we had to hustle to hustle just to eat |
its been a minute snce I been in the game |
some years back I held crack |
I couldn’t say the same thing |
ask my niggas bang double and rowley |
we was trouble got the fiends spot bubbling hot |
we wouldnt never make a lot |
I mean not like scarface or nino brown |
or george bush no matter what you push |
it was politics and camera tricks |
very deceptive |
criminal lies |
us in fooled with the collective |
for the most part we don’t own no boats and planes |
we just cop it from poppi |
bag it in the cellophane |
its a family thing |
you got to hustle all night |
yo I seen fiends losing they brains for hard white |
ask my aunt and my brother and my stressed out mother |
how realistic it gets its sadistic |
statistics show its sick how we livin |
the one thing bigger than dope games is prisons |
one million niggas inside |
over three million is tied and plus the president lied |
because the white house is the rock house |
uncle sam the pusha man |
this is for my people on the island |
sellin dope, servin weed we had to hustle to hustle just to eat |
sellin dope, servin weed we had to hustle just to eat |
but what we gon do when we caught up and have to face responsibility? |
(this that ghetto shit, this that ghetto shit) |
what we gon do when we caught up and have to face responsibility? |
(this that ghetto shit, this that ghetto shit) |
out on the block, white tee shirt, army fatigues |
niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D sellin dope, you know how it beez |
tryin to get that government cheese |
and the D’s yell freeze |
seliin dope, white tee shirt, army fatigues |
niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D sellin dope, you know how it beez |
tryin to get that government cheese |
and the D’s yell freeze |
tallahasee up in this bitch |
my nigga maintain, nimrod |
my nigga percent, abu |
my brother troy locked up huey newton rest in peace |
south rowley, california |
brooklyn, dean street |
dead prez 98 |
get it straight |
and all my family and my whole army |
get it straight |