Group Home: Run for ya life

Most persons never have a chance to get into a recording studio Never get to see or hear a record being made And only experience the finished product Until now, you had no way of learning Of the anormous complexity of the recording process And this limits appreciation of music We can't hope to explain all the complexity But we hope to give you some insight For the musical forces at work And have a good time in the process Chorus 2X: Lil Dap Run for you life, if your life you live Live behind the gun, and this is what you get Two slugs to the head, and you're dead and gone Listen to the word, that's how word is bond {Agallah} Word is on the corner of Gas & the Plate The don who got laced up by mistake Time flies yo we chillin at his wake Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type fake Nice '88 black is held down with the white face The way shit was going, couldn't wrote out his will Hear them be sneaking upon niggas, cuz he love to kill Met war, slouching cars, to send you bon voyage One fourth of tears pullin out from the eyes of your mom The rise of your life is on, negative or positive You trying to live right or wrong, something just got to give Even if you got a BM, it's the walk of dead, everytime you seen him Prisoners walk, always try to go for freedom Year two thou, back space, niggas delete them Praying god, everytime we eatin Chorus 2X {Lil Dap} My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my peeps Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholars More power to devour all these fake MC's Uncle Tom brought the playa hating jellin on me So we jellin to our music, cuz that's all we know Break it down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow Walkin days or nights, business sights and fights Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night Indeed yo, in the streets this is what you see Try to speak the forth, but no one understands me Moms please listen to me, turning dust into black Running straight for my life, and there's no turning back Chorus 2X {Blackadon} Yo were I'm from ENY, where there at? Brooklyn Got heads turning, from Cali to Fort Ten I've been in the mix since before '86, and while you sucking dick I'm strickly gettin biz You know who it is, when you from Brooklyn Every fuckin borough scared of them crook kids And don't wonder why, just please come thru With your 10 karat ice, and see what we do It ain't nuthin new, just the same old thing Will snatch your chain, invect your brain That was my frame of mind, when I think way back The only thing to say was, my name was K Slack To overgate my sins, so I can be born again Still livin the Brooklyn rasta farayan You listen to my words, and you will be born A life filled, a child worn Chorus 2X