Ruth

Ruth - Secondhand Dreaming lyrics

Let's do the Eastside one time

Metro North, Eastriver, Wilson, Club 99

Jefferson, Charleston, A.K., Jackie Rob, Clinton, Taft, Carver

Lakeview, 1990, Wagner, Taihino, Harlem

I don't care if you a old head, or a young bud

I'm not a elevator, I'm no come-up

Nor do I go down, do like Brand Nubian, slow down

Whole clip, blow pounds

Silencers steady, that's no sound

Circle ya block ock, merry-go-round

Here we go now, I'm the owner

You're the pitcher, this block is your mound

Buildin' a beast so villians can eat

I reside on the west, chilled on the east

If I say that I rock, then sayin' is gossip

I lived in the Nine, stayed in the projects

Scored 35 then I wait for a profit

Talk, pull the .9, then I spray up an object

Homie, don't confuse me, pardon mine

I'm the Harlem World Karlton Hines

Get it right nigga

A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me

I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me

Knew that it wasn't, and wasn't the game of degree

Rippin', they runnin', the gunnin', they name it from me

A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me

I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me

I don't really buy jewelry, I take 'em

I don't listen to artists dog, I break 'em

I don't really look at movies, I make 'em

I'm filet megnione, you a steak 'em

Any beef, I'm a open it probably

I got some dudes hopin' ya try me

I got hoes, sell coke in the lobby

I'm rich bitch, sellin' dope is a hobby

Beefin' with Cam be heat did they hand me

I be in the Lamby, you with' your family

Talkin' gangsta, the church ya visit

Your roller bladin', circus, and picnics

The underworld, the circuit I live in

You keep your biscuit, we'll work her with chickens

That's the rules that were laid to me

Why you think they call me KFC

You don't know me homie

A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me

I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me

Knew that it wasn't, and wasn't the game of degree

Rippin', they runnin', the gunnin', they name it from me

A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me

I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me

'91 to '96, yeah Harlem was out

Grant's tomb brought out of Laguardia house

Huh, stand in the lobby, Cam and his posse

Steak and cheese sandwich from Heaugies

They come to heroin, the biggest of Dons

Since Guy and Nicky, Fisher and Barnes

Snitched, triggers and bombs hit the alarm

I would kick in the door, click on ya moms

I fell to the arms, in jail we roasted

The bail was there, bail got posted

Like, in Boston at 1 point boo

The bail it was 1 point 2

Get the money nigga

A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me

I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me

Knew that it wasn't, and wasn't the game of degree

Rippin', they runnin', the gunnin', they name it from me

A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me

I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me

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