Im gonna spit these lyrics in a song with my group called S.O.N. The Song is called Diamonds From Leicester City and as you can probably guess, is going over the Diamonds From Sierra Leone beat.
Close your eyes and imagine, a life without no welfare
Half of us poor but who in the hell care?
While you mutherfucker sit there fat and rich
Theres people starving in the streets, now think of that you bitch
And to the women left all alone to raise they babies
Cuz they mutherfucking boyfriends left em dazed and crazy
I got love for you please keep ya head up
You in an uphill struggle but never give up
A lot of questions run through my mind and I wonder
Like why them cowards have to set off bombs in London
Why they kill 2 Pac (pronounce "Poc") at only 25
He had only just begun, still had plenty life
His messages were real and his songs were deep
Always in the studio, never one to sleep
Every rappers got a little bit of Pac influence
Its like a small piece of Thug Life is locked into em
I take mine, and try to give it all back to the hood
Let it flow like the water from a tap and Im good
I dont give a fuck if radio dont play my music
I just give it to the streets and let them all use it
Id never go with an evil-but-good-lookin girl
Id rather stick my dick in the ground and fuck the world
I chuck the pearls, knowin that they aint the best
And throw my diamonds in the sky like Kanye West
(Copyright of Shot 21 2005)
Close your eyes and imagine, a life without no welfare
Half of us poor but who in the hell care?
While you mutherfucker sit there fat and rich
Theres people starving in the streets, now think of that you bitch
And to the women left all alone to raise they babies
Cuz they mutherfucking boyfriends left em dazed and crazy
I got love for you please keep ya head up
You in an uphill struggle but never give up
A lot of questions run through my mind and I wonder
Like why them cowards have to set off bombs in London
Why they kill 2 Pac (pronounce "Poc") at only 25
He had only just begun, still had plenty life
His messages were real and his songs were deep
Always in the studio, never one to sleep
Every rappers got a little bit of Pac influence
Its like a small piece of Thug Life is locked into em
I take mine, and try to give it all back to the hood
Let it flow like the water from a tap and Im good
I dont give a fuck if radio dont play my music
I just give it to the streets and let them all use it
Id never go with an evil-but-good-lookin girl
Id rather stick my dick in the ground and fuck the world
I chuck the pearls, knowin that they aint the best
And throw my diamonds in the sky like Kanye West
(Copyright of Shot 21 2005)
