Lyrics

[Intro] We wanna do what we wanna do You know, everything we're thinking about is good But like, when all the goodness is pushed outta you man You only got one alternative, man That's to turn around and hook at each other I can't hook at the man sitting up in the office Cause I'm down here in the south Bronx So what do I do, I bump into somebody, man And I fuck with him. And that's how we fight each other [Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire] [?? Forward to forests in South Sudan] But shorties love stuntin' the [?] On the acid tabs and dingy denim clad, the South Bronx (juice clans) Rubble kings in this concrete kingdom Fifteen with the killers, Mystique and the chic villain Pubescent warrior, baby face but his heart devoid of All remorse from days of Genocidal Holocaust Can't tangle loose of the grips of this fixed system Twisted guns on ourselves cause we mixed in misvision Chapelle and angel dust Tore my halo and devil horns Scorned by this country's swords Since the day I was first born These politicians lining their pockets with our blood Smother our mommas cries to call us rebels and thugs Chaotic outlaws and battling the trap Don't raffle shit with my pack Strikes on my back and now I can't turn back The same song echoes through project halls Amid the [?] in Senegal Through Compton and Chi-raq Where killers crawl - where killers crawl Where killers crawl - where killers crawl [Hook] Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island Wilding, riding on the train Same, the same damn thang Same damn thang that you see today Detroit, L.A., B'More, Houston Trooping, shooting It's the same, it's the same damn thang Same damn thang Same damn thang and it's a shame [Ghostface Killah] He didn't know that Hershey kiss Was the X-Lax The 'OG Kush' Wu Wu is the extract Stuffed in fly jeans, it's tough Middle o' the lane Supported by live grains it's rough The Mink, the collars Snow White rubbing my earlobe In the caves of Guyana I'm wearing that rare gold Pardon me, I'm here for Goliath I'm a OD, I'm killing this nigga Like Len Bias Drop his head in the turkey fire Fry this nigga real quick in his whole attire Finish, back to the trap house Filet mignons is being flipped Getting dome on a black couch The low budge' low go flicks we into Serial killer who axe swings like a pendulum (yeah) We come together like bible study To plot the plan to conquer Just to get money - just to get money Just to get money - just to get money Just to get money [Hook] Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island Wilding, riding on the train Same, the same damn thang Same damn thang that you see today Detroit, L.A., B'More, Houston Trooping, shooting It's the same, it's the same damn thang Same damn thang Same damn thang and it's a shame [Boldy James] And it's the same damn thing Same damn scene Same soldier from the field In the same fatigues With the same M16 Same cup, red here sipping Lean Out the same canteen With the same regime Dirty by name, niggas can't stay clean Keys coming from overseas Shipped straight from Beijing Smoking weed, selling 'Yay' to the fiends Living life at high speed While I'm chasing this cheese Put in one for the team, my youngest sixteen He was carried home from the bench Screaming "We the Medellín!" With felonious dreams Killin' any and everything Four pair 23's and the eight of the green He lettin it ring, involved in the ecstasy ring Ran from Detroit to Shreveport L.A. to Queens From B/More to E. Quest Philly to Palm Springs Savannah back to Tampa S&S to the Greens They wanna hear my long J But nothing is few, far, and in between In Detroit, city of kings [Hook] Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island Wilding, riding on the train Same, the same damn thang Same damn thang that you see today Detroit, L.A., B'More, Houston Trooping, shooting It's the same, it's the same damn thang Same damn thang Same damn thang and it's a shame [Hook] Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island Wilding, riding on the train Same, the same damn thang Same damn thang that you see today Detroit, L.A., B'More, Houston Trooping, shooting It's the same, it's the same damn thang Same damn thang Same damn thang and it's a shame