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Verbal Message Feat. Kayo
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Verbal Message....
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#melakiitherapphanatic #trappedinthegame #ukrainemaddox
This New York native has been around for quite some time, and has worked with some of the industrys up and coming talent such as: Common Thread, The Franchise, K.O. Smoothe Da Hustler, Trigger Tha Gambler. Melakii has performed all over the east coast, and has been offered deals by major and independent labels such as: Profile Records, Arista, Warlock Records, and Select Records. Now writing and working on his own record label, 21st Century Entertainment, Inc. Melakii has recreated himself as the Rap Juggernaut U-kraine Maddox.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #58
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
C.Felton Writer/ASCAP / 3rd Slave Publishing
Rights
C.Felton T.Pina
Uploaded
January 10, 2009
Track Files
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:29
Story behind the song
What motivated me to write this song was life. It starts with me feeling like I need to make a major move, and my tolerence for the streets with a certain understanding, so expect me to be prepared. Then explaining how foolishness get you on the other side of the living
Lyrics
Chorus We on the grind in the streets we runnin/ you dont know where we from/ so dont let us catch yall frontin/ cause my soldiers are raised in the slums/who told you that you stylin/ you aint foolin one but yourself/better watch just how your whiling/ we be shooting to theres no one else. This my feature presentation, mix Mafioso, 40 old gold desert eagle fully loaded, drugs on the table, piff in da backwood, fiends in da backwoods, gotta keep it low, whatch the po-po / everybody know/ snitches all around/ catchem peaking out the doe/ I got a slug for your brain/ I dont play games man/ bullets real clean no prints on the shells man/ f*** the struggle Im a do it my way/ cop a couple keys take it run across the highway/ out a town money/ double on the price money/ where the fiends got money/ and I aint talkin 20s/ the streets I live/ try to keep a job/ work for pennys 10 dollars 40 hours (f*** that), grab a couple goons/ hit the bank/ fill a few bags/ live large a few weeks/ and then get right back! Chorus We on the grind in the streets we runnin/ you dont know where we from/ so dont let us catch yall frontin/ cause my soldiers are raised in the slums/who told you that you stylin/ you aint foolin one but yourself/better watch just how your whiling/ we be shooting to theres no one else. I feel stuck on the ledge / stuck on the edge/ I can fall any minute/ they all want me dead/ But, I dont give a f*** / I dont deal with sucka n*** s/ they can all eat a nut/ or slug from the Mossberg/ Im from the ghetto/ you can get a cocktail/ you can get a beat down/ the city never sleeps/ mean I never sleep/ from the gutter on the corner/ to the burbs and the saunas/ you can be gonna/ you can loose life standing on the wrong corner/ you can get your throat sliced/ how ever you want it/ the truth let it be told/ the hood let it be known/ Diversified Thoughts got the streets sown! Got the streets blown/ drunk off patron/ twisted on piff/ like hes in a zone/ hes off the chain/ hes a new comer/ hes on fire/ to hot for the summer. Chorus We on the grind in the streets we runnin/ you dont know where we from/ so dont let us catch yall frontin/ cause my soldiers are raised in the slums/who told you that you stylin/ you aint foolin one but yourself/better watch just how your whiling/ we be shooting to theres no one else. I love to see these fronting n*** s/ fake superstars/ some n*** s run they mouth/ get slumped on the curve/ buried in the woods/ no more talking/ now yo ass dead/ from all that f*** ing barking/ you thought you was a big shot/ sittin on 24s now you nobody but a mother f*** ing corpse/ its as easy as 1,2,3, and bye bye / its no lie/ now you got a spot in the dirt/ rated two thumbs down siskel & ebert/ he talked to much/ and then he got shot/ his car got took/ his house got robbed/ everything he had even his baseball cards/ understand the streets man/ cause this could be you/ if you actin the fool/ you better slow down or get your brains found too!/ found in the ghetto/ found in the river floating rotten! (Last bar on hook when the song ends!) Cause they get money /and take yours on the blocks where Im from!
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