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hanz on (rapper) - carthage كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
yo, i know old n_ggas younger than me that flash guns
hate they baby mamas and raise they bad sons
skinny n_ggas that dream, they be some fat ones
jealousy’s the food for n_ggas who had none
poverty and pain turn n_ggas to bad ones
grow up k!lling people, now mamas are sad
ones childhood was gone, i wanted to have fun
something was wrong, these kids, they had guns

[verse 2]
yeah, if i don’t look out for me, who gon’ look out?
judges in the court throwing books out
we grew up poor, we took the cook route
about a hundred years of work that they took out
i took the jooks route. i was the typе you had to look out for
me and my boys brought the crooks out
but look now, we all thе way up, don’t look down
if you’re scared of heights, man, still puttin’ our foot down
hard times created hard rides
we all been through it, my eyeb_lls was sweatin’
but y’all cry, y’all scared of the dark
i live on the dark side
i know in real life, b_tch, ain’t no chalk lines

[verse 3]
tv and movie sh_t, but see, we been through some sh_t
even when we didn’t plant the seed, through some sh_t
been through the system, got free, got a team, got cream
but when all else fails, i got me
ha, i saw it all through peripherals
ops comin’ and they gunnin’ off the princ_p_ls
same time, hug buildings for residuals
dirty cops k!llin’ colors like it’s rituals
and yo, it’s carthage in my town
[verse 4]
cousin and every time you turn around
you hear them things buzzin’
fast, we on the block deep like a dozen
hammers cookin’, hatters duckin’, barrels really flushin’
it’s straight h_ll, we survived that
ghetto gory, read the story, ain’t the divine rap
in hindsight, so my guy clapped
had to tell it to his mama, yo, his mom snapped was on site
k!llers out for trouble
shores cracked, start the bubble, death is in the duffel
yup, we took them hits, never made us buckle
kept it movin’ on the strips, turn us off the muscle
if i don’t look out for me, who gon’ look out?
judges in the court throwin’ books out
we grew up poor, we took the cook route
about a hundred years of work that they took out

- hanz on rapper

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