Monday, 30 January 2012

Hopes up Lyrics

Basil (Eazy)

Since birth i've been cursed with the will too hurt
The type that shout C's before their guns will burst,
I was raised up in G block where my N*****s stay,
I had troubles in the ends, but cuzzy thats my home today,
Now many brothers after me in this present day,
So we smoke a bag of sess taking all the stress away,
It started over nothing just the other day
and now im hoping, praying that my beef doesn't escalate,
But that aint nothing I aint worried,
I know N*****s up in Manny(Manchester) that have been shot up and berried
and the feds don't give a f**k they don't care about nobody,
My brothers getting killed and they even saying sorry,
So now we scream, free palestine as we role through the block
selling rocks cuz a n****r cant get no jobs out here,
cuzzy were scared out here, my eyes blind and my ears cant hear clear,
I got a vision I don't want to stop and listen
my smiffen still click clip em' hit em' and have their bodies missing
They hate me in the ends cuz i'm hoodlum,
and il be dodging the pigs i'm a muslim,
They hate my N*****s, they hate my brothers
im black and muslim thats a motherf*****,
its funny how we fight for the peace
i aint a chicken but i'm rolling with my two pieces,
ye, and i got to keep the heater on,
strapped around my waist just in case if the beef is on,
have his body traced misplaced when it leaks upon
all over the place in his face now these chiefs are gone,
now say suttin' you aint gone pop nuttin'
call me lil' Zee cuz i find the death funny,
i dont bicker at the sight of beef, i smile at my enemies
im loco with 4-4 i'm a soldier in this battlefield.

Chorus
MO

Murdering every beat on the spot
not knowing that you might be part of the plot
im hearing these thoughts i aint listening
I own this game like a ref whistling
dont get your hopes up they'll come crashing down
shit im no aeroplane but i'm landing now
i know all these N*****s and i know that their fake
so every time i look at them they give me a heart ache

Yahya (YKO)

Growing up in this cold world,
Knowing i can die anytime all im thinking is more girls,
Living up in the world where theres no peace,
N****s on the streets seen carrying a mean piece,
And i aint talking about a cake see,
Im talking about the main piece that'll make your mates bleed,
In the place where were tryna get our cake up,
Revenge is too sweet so we never try and make up,
All i ever got was some fake love,
Didn't recognise it until she took her fake face off,
So keep your bitch on a leash G ,
Dogs out here they'll be barking up the wrong tree,
Blacked out and im darker than a demons shadow,
Im in the deep end tryna make it shallow,
When it's on see i aint playing peakaboo,
Turn the situation static you can call it pikachu,
Got the lighter in my jeans but i don't smoke,
So bad now im giving her a bad throat,
And im giving her a bad name,
Sket to the slag to the bitch man your all the same,
Remember i can make your gally scream,
Under the sheets i aint on about no halloween,
Come test im the best n****r don't hate,
Aim a couple at his chest now it's checkmate,
With me on my sunny days, you aint no friend of me,
So ima make it rain lil wayne check the chemistry,
Little hypers that chat behind my backside,
Im'a clap them hard N****r no high5,
Mo and Eazy ima let them spray the rules,
My brother Salah he be backing up our every move,
Im'a let ya sit back while I stroll the roads,
Never spit whack, dont believe me you can hold the flow,

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