For years and years we had been groomed to be a polished product in a doomed society. We built the empire. For years and years we have been kicked below
I hear my name I hear the trash you?re talking In your sleep The secrets that you?re keeping A chick, this smart Did you really think that you could keep
(feat. Akon & Shabba Ranks) [Intro: Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo Dready! What you do this for man? [DJ Talking in the background (Akon):] BOOM BOOM BOOM BING
you raped on occasion So I'm focused on my economic situation I'm like the little kids on TV that dig through the trash I hustle regardless of the way you talk
and a pump I'm raised in the slum where the bad grow Unlike no other, I'm real (??) like bag 'Bauds I stash O's in the drawers of my trash hoes I flash
doing Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin And dig this man I spent my childhood in a wild hood And all that gangster shit you talking
my room? (These hoes) Who let these hoes in my room? [Verse 2 - Luda] Now it was five B.A.P hoes and they look like trash But one was midget, so we'll
, dig? I'm so high, I never land like Mike Jackson's crib Best on.45, still crack ya rib sacrilege When lids talk trash about the nasty kid Past nasty
I hear my name, I hear the trash you're talking, In your sleep, the secrets that you're keeping, A chick, this smart Did you really think you could keep
the buffalo roam And the death of a race is a game Where seldom is heard A peacable word From the white trash Who killed as they came Though these words dig
Word? [2] Yo we got a jawn [1] Yo, is she live? [2] Yeah she's live [1] Sup wit her? [2] She's just, real nice to talk Sometimes I used to knock off [
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin And dig this man I spent my childhood in a wild hood And all that gangster shit you talking
your ex man is a dumb ass when you was leaving, did he put up a fight? was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right well one man's trash is another
My little Jackie Onassis, dig? I'm so high I +Neverland+ like Mike Jackson's crib Best on 45 Still crack ya rib Sacrilege Talk trash about the Nasty
I hear my name I hear the trash you're talking In your sleep The secrets that you're keeping A chick, this smart Did you really think that you could keep
Last week thought I saw you on the street Turns out it was a bag of trash Just a big ol' bag of trash I thought you looked like a bag of trash Dream
