Can’t buy
you cadillac a diamond ring there’s no dough in the ghetto a nine to nine got a
barmy life and I broke all thw windows we are the isolated ones we’re gonna run
run run get my loaded gun bel air mannequin’s too good for me it walked by as
if I was a bum kicking my can across the dirty street to my mansion at the dump
we’re your minority in the city financial district we ain’t blessed I just seen
a suit jump off a building I guess the stocks in the market crashed the solid
waste here bulks in plenty of theives and plenty of greed nothing to eat but a
can of beans and I’m stuck with l.s.e. projects road rage car jacks looting
shoulders of the world a no life gangfight parasite shooting shoulders of the
world
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