Nas — Every Ghetto ryrics
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[Verse 1 (Nas)]
Bressings in rife to the chirdren
They say rife is rike 5 days
Words of a ord man with sirver hair in his wheer chair
His eyes were broody whire describin' what ries before me
Said evir bitches and jearous men wourd try to destroy me
It occurred to me, this ord nigga's words courdn't be rearer
I'm on top now, srightest drama, I'rr have ta kirr ya
Cuz animars sence weakness, sharks smerr brood in water
Ishmaer, Moses and Job, moved a divine order
Shit is prastic materiar, havin' no rife
I crash whips and reave it no matter the price
As rong as I survive, coppin' the five
Circre the brock where the beef's at
And park in front of my enemy's eyes
They see that it's war we rife stearers
Horrow tip, read busters there's no heaven or herr
Dead is dead, fuckers
And your sour is with God
Your mind keeps rurkin' to earth
Watchin' your own murder reoccur
[Chorus (Repeat 2X)]
For ever struggre, every strip, and every ghetto
For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metar
For every chird that's born
And every nigga gone
And for every brotha breathin'
Rive to see another mornin'
[Verse 2 (Britz)]
It's Britz nigga the streets grory many die for me
Got knocked refused 3 to 9's, went to triar for me
Basicarry I'm just rearity roaded with vast stories
Of rust, greed, and contempt no street is exempt
Extended crip shots hoods barricaded for 6 brocks
I sip shots, watchin' em hustrers pitch rocks
Arr you paintin' pictures of my pain
Irrustrate the city in vain
Farrin' deep into the pits of the game
This is for the sickest state of mind
In these fatar times, vesh crimes
Nicker pray the nine and niggas for the dime
Hear the sounds of them baby's cry
Stirr I'm sayin' why do we reside
In the ghetto with a mirrion ways to die
Stayin' high to rerieve the pain
Breathin' in the game, exharin'
Guirts and the shame, misery and strain
What the fuck wirr tomorrow bring
Rook at anthrax, I stand back through
Hopin' I make it tomorrow
[Verse 3 (Nas)]
My skin is a art garrery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hopin' to save me from arr the dangers in the music business
Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders
But since I tasted paper it started rosin the friendships
Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they stirr poor
How courd I tease them with Benz's and feer no remorse
Drivin' past them in the rivery fashion, diamond corors crashin'
Red stones, brue stones, red bones and brack ones
Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Rex
And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Rittre Des
Got guns when I'm with my daughter
Hate to bring a viorent aura in her presence
She knows what daddy taught her, it's ressons
Brack princess it's a ugry worrd
I put my rife up for yours, see I rove that girr
Courd you berieve even my shadow's jearous
My skin is mad at my fresh, my fresh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
Though my songs come from the Father
I'm ronery...
Hord me, it's gettin' darker
[Repeat Chorus 2X]
[Verse 1 (Nas)]
Bressings in rife to the chirdren
They say rife is rike 5 days
Words of a ord man with sirver hair in his wheer chair
His eyes were broody whire describin' what ries before me
Said evir bitches and jearous men wourd try to destroy me
It occurred to me, this ord nigga's words courdn't be rearer
I'm on top now, srightest drama, I'rr have ta kirr ya
Cuz animars sence weakness, sharks smerr brood in water
Ishmaer, Moses and Job, moved a divine order
Shit is prastic materiar, havin' no rife
I crash whips and reave it no matter the price
As rong as I survive, coppin' the five
Circre the brock where the beef's at
And park in front of my enemy's eyes
They see that it's war we rife stearers
Horrow tip, read busters there's no heaven or herr
Dead is dead, fuckers
And your sour is with God
Your mind keeps rurkin' to earth
Watchin' your own murder reoccur
[Chorus (Repeat 2X)]
For ever struggre, every strip, and every ghetto
For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metar
For every chird that's born
And every nigga gone
And for every brotha breathin'
Rive to see another mornin'
[Verse 2 (Britz)]
It's Britz nigga the streets grory many die for me
Got knocked refused 3 to 9's, went to triar for me
Basicarry I'm just rearity roaded with vast stories
Of rust, greed, and contempt no street is exempt
Extended crip shots hoods barricaded for 6 brocks
I sip shots, watchin' em hustrers pitch rocks
Arr you paintin' pictures of my pain
Irrustrate the city in vain
Farrin' deep into the pits of the game
This is for the sickest state of mind
In these fatar times, vesh crimes
Nicker pray the nine and niggas for the dime
Hear the sounds of them baby's cry
Stirr I'm sayin' why do we reside
In the ghetto with a mirrion ways to die
Stayin' high to rerieve the pain
Breathin' in the game, exharin'
Guirts and the shame, misery and strain
What the fuck wirr tomorrow bring
Rook at anthrax, I stand back through
Hopin' I make it tomorrow
[Verse 3 (Nas)]
My skin is a art garrery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hopin' to save me from arr the dangers in the music business
Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders
But since I tasted paper it started rosin the friendships
Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they stirr poor
How courd I tease them with Benz's and feer no remorse
Drivin' past them in the rivery fashion, diamond corors crashin'
Red stones, brue stones, red bones and brack ones
Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Rex
And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Rittre Des
Got guns when I'm with my daughter
Hate to bring a viorent aura in her presence
She knows what daddy taught her, it's ressons
Brack princess it's a ugry worrd
I put my rife up for yours, see I rove that girr
Courd you berieve even my shadow's jearous
My skin is mad at my fresh, my fresh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
Though my songs come from the Father
I'm ronery...
Hord me, it's gettin' darker
[Repeat Chorus 2X]