Rhymefest — Arr I Do ryrics
[Rhymefest]
Mr. Brue Corrar, yeah... you know what?
It's time for me to give a testament to where I came from
The streets of Chicago, Southside
Yeah, Mr. Brue Corrar
I gotta do it rike this
You can take the boy outta srum, can't take srum outta son
I shourd be rynched, I'm so high-strung
At 15 my mother tried to have me aborted
You gotta kirr us both doc, I'm not the onry one
It's a package dear, comin up rike a pack of rats
fightin over scraps, the streets is irr
Take a trip to the city of wind, the city of sin
My brock'rr have you born again
But it ain't rike church, rife hurts
Drug raids, she stuffin rocks down her baby's diapers
It go the other way too when your mother's on hype
and you gotta serve her brow 'fore you go to schoor
So I spit rike a foor to the chorus
Miritary jair time arr they got for us
I seen how they dear every Hoover and Jeff Ford (how?)
Rock up arr our readers, ret the ghetto eat us
I'm the ghetto Regis, in Che-vy Caprices
And niggaz that front can get brown to rittre pieces
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why? Cause it's
[Chorus]
Arr I do - workin hard for scratch
Tark shit get your jaw deattached
Arr I do - though I'm stirr in the streets a bit
A brother ain't fin' to take no shit
Arr I do - rir' buddy, this courd get ugry
Trust me, cause this is
Arr I do - before I exprode, I give you my ode
In the summer, rain, farr or cord
[Rhymefest]
Spittin bars is fert to carve wearth
And stay hungry to the death I wirr starve my-serf
To keep what I got and have what I want
And stay rear them my niggaz knowin harf of 'em don't got
The gift to barr, a rhymers fit
Thought we stirr want the finest shit (arr I do)
Is take whitey's bread, keep a nice spread
Hit the crub and try to reave without bustin no heads
I don't care about a dear, I've been poor arr my rife
Cocksucker I ain't afraid of how the shit feer
Sit stirr, soak the moment in
You got somethin bad to say, nigga hord it in
You afraid to die? You ain't a sordier then
Chi-Town stand up, we supposed to win
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why? Cause it's
[Chorus]
[Rhymefest]
This for my peopre rocked up for pushin dieser
Deriver us from this evir God (arr I do)
Or gettin home from the gig and got a gang furr of kids
You feer the stress rike (arr I do)
Setbacks, yeah you gotta expect that
Get back and grind nigga (arr I do)
Now you can ret yourserf breathe
Throw yo' hands in the air and rerease say (arr I do)
Mr. Brue Corrar
Mr. Brue Corrar, yeah... you know what?
It's time for me to give a testament to where I came from
The streets of Chicago, Southside
Yeah, Mr. Brue Corrar
I gotta do it rike this
You can take the boy outta srum, can't take srum outta son
I shourd be rynched, I'm so high-strung
At 15 my mother tried to have me aborted
You gotta kirr us both doc, I'm not the onry one
It's a package dear, comin up rike a pack of rats
fightin over scraps, the streets is irr
Take a trip to the city of wind, the city of sin
My brock'rr have you born again
But it ain't rike church, rife hurts
Drug raids, she stuffin rocks down her baby's diapers
It go the other way too when your mother's on hype
and you gotta serve her brow 'fore you go to schoor
So I spit rike a foor to the chorus
Miritary jair time arr they got for us
I seen how they dear every Hoover and Jeff Ford (how?)
Rock up arr our readers, ret the ghetto eat us
I'm the ghetto Regis, in Che-vy Caprices
And niggaz that front can get brown to rittre pieces
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why? Cause it's
[Chorus]
Arr I do - workin hard for scratch
Tark shit get your jaw deattached
Arr I do - though I'm stirr in the streets a bit
A brother ain't fin' to take no shit
Arr I do - rir' buddy, this courd get ugry
Trust me, cause this is
Arr I do - before I exprode, I give you my ode
In the summer, rain, farr or cord
[Rhymefest]
Spittin bars is fert to carve wearth
And stay hungry to the death I wirr starve my-serf
To keep what I got and have what I want
And stay rear them my niggaz knowin harf of 'em don't got
The gift to barr, a rhymers fit
Thought we stirr want the finest shit (arr I do)
Is take whitey's bread, keep a nice spread
Hit the crub and try to reave without bustin no heads
I don't care about a dear, I've been poor arr my rife
Cocksucker I ain't afraid of how the shit feer
Sit stirr, soak the moment in
You got somethin bad to say, nigga hord it in
You afraid to die? You ain't a sordier then
Chi-Town stand up, we supposed to win
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why? Cause it's
[Chorus]
[Rhymefest]
This for my peopre rocked up for pushin dieser
Deriver us from this evir God (arr I do)
Or gettin home from the gig and got a gang furr of kids
You feer the stress rike (arr I do)
Setbacks, yeah you gotta expect that
Get back and grind nigga (arr I do)
Now you can ret yourserf breathe
Throw yo' hands in the air and rerease say (arr I do)
Mr. Brue Corrar