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  • [Intro: James Fauntleroy]
    Thousand lives ago
    We were young and we didn't know
    We were trading our crowns for our souls
    Made the sacrifice
    Headed back to the light
    But be careful don't drown in the gold
    I know it glows but it's cold
    [Sample]
    I'm from the other side of town
    Out of bounds
    To anybody who don't live around
    I never learned to share or how to care
    I never had no teachings about being fair
    [Verse 1: Common]
    Have you ever heard of Black Stone around Black Stones?
    And Four Corner Hustlers, Vice Lords, Stony Island on Aces
    The concrete matrix, street organizations
    They gave violations, hood public relations
    It was the basics to get big faces
    Stay away from cases, bad broads, good graces
    The hustles was the taste makers and trend setters
    They the ones that fed us hopin' that the feds don't get us
    The era of Reagan, the terror of Bush
    Crack babies, momma's a push, we were the products of Bush
    I'm wi*****n' for a Samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci
    A bad ho to
    do me, you heard of flukey?
    Stokes it was folks and coke and ****
    Fiends choked off of smoke, herringbones and rope
    Rare jewels of a generation
    Diamonds, blinding us so real *****t we facin'
    Forties wasted on seats, Dion makin' the beats
    When they air it out on at the parties we escapin' the heat
    I could break it down like whatever you need
    He squinted his face and rolled the *****
    [Interlude]
    You know they don't see sometimes
    That in the neighborhood
    It's the exact same thing
    It's the same thing over and over again
    Feel me?
    [Verse 2: Lil Herb]
    Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six hundred?
    Folly boy, O block, eastside
    Where it ain't no conversation they just let them heats ride
    Can't nobody stop the violence, why my city keep lyin'?
    *****s throw up peace signs but everybody keep dying
    Used to post up on that strip, I look like a street sign
    I've been out there three days and I got shot at three times
    Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out each nine
    I be happy when I wake up and I have a free mind
    I know haters wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up
    But they can catch me later, I been cool, chasin' paper
    Where I come from ain't no hope if you was claimin' that was major
    Small crib, big fam, mom was workin', grammy raised us
    No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', pullin' capers, that's real *****t
    Same *****s from day one boy, yeah I'm still with
    Better watch out for that jump shot cause they will hit
    Homie take your shorty lunchbox, and won't feel *****t
    I came from a place where it's basic but you won't make it
    Feds buildin' cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I mean
    You ain't never seen the *****t that I seen
    [Outro]
    Coming inbound
    Forty six minutes from 355
    Jim Bryant's twenty eight out, thirty two in
    Lake Shore Drive's heavy south
    North Avenue to Chicago, jammed north through Grant Park
    Tri State heavy south
    to the Bensenville Bridge and St. Charles to the Stevenson Ramp
    Get traffic and weather together on the 8's every ten minutes on News Radio, 780 and 105.9 FM
  • [Intro: James Fauntleroy]
    Thousand lives ago
    We were young and we didn't know
    We were trading our crowns for our souls
    Made the sacrifice
    Headed back to the light
    But be careful don't drown in the gold
    I know it glows but it's cold
    [Sample]
    I'm from the other side of town
    Out of bounds
    To anybody who don't live around
    I never learned to share or how to care
    I never had no teachings about being fair
    [Verse 1: Common]
    Have you ever heard of Black Stone around Black Stones?
    And Four Corner Hustlers, Vice Lords, Stony Island on Aces
    The concrete matrix, street organizations
    They gave violations, hood public relations
    It was the basics to get big faces
    Stay away from cases, bad broads, good graces
    The hustles was the taste makers and trend setters
    They the ones that fed us hopin' that the feds don't get us
    The era of Reagan, the terror of Bush
    Crack babies, momma's a push, we were the products of Bush
    I'm wi*****n' for a Samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci
    A bad ho to
    do me, you heard of flukey?
    Stokes it was folks and coke and ****
    Fiends choked off of smoke, herringbones and rope
    Rare jewels of a generation
    Diamonds, blinding us so real *****t we facin'
    Forties wasted on seats, Dion makin' the beats
    When they air it out on at the parties we escapin' the heat
    I could break it down like whatever you need
    He squinted his face and rolled the *****
    [Interlude]
    You know they don't see sometimes
    That in the neighborhood
    It's the exact same thing
    It's the same thing over and over again
    Feel me?
    [Verse 2: Lil Herb]
    Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six hundred?
    Folly boy, O block, eastside
    Where it ain't no conversation they just let them heats ride
    Can't nobody stop the violence, why my city keep lyin'?
    *****s throw up peace signs but everybody keep dying
    Used to post up on that strip, I look like a street sign
    I've been out there three days and I got shot at three times
    Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out each nine
    I be happy when I wake up and I have a free mind
    I know haters wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up
    But they can catch me later, I been cool, chasin' paper
    Where I come from ain't no hope if you was claimin' that was major
    Small crib, big fam, mom was workin', grammy raised us
    No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', pullin' capers, that's real *****t
    Same *****s from day one boy, yeah I'm still with
    Better watch out for that jump shot cause they will hit
    Homie take your shorty lunchbox, and won't feel *****t
    I came from a place where it's basic but you won't make it
    Feds buildin' cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I mean
    You ain't never seen the *****t that I seen
    [Outro]
    Coming inbound
    Forty six minutes from 355
    Jim Bryant's twenty eight out, thirty two in
    Lake Shore Drive's heavy south
    North Avenue to Chicago, jammed north through Grant Park
    Tri State heavy south
    to the Bensenville Bridge and St. Charles to the Stevenson Ramp
    Get traffic and weather together on the 8's every ten minutes on News Radio, 780 and 105.9 FM