Every block got cribs, even schools got blocks
Everywhere got essays, essays
With the wrong colors ear, you shine like a dear
Hes in a gang, shes in a gang
Pop up, show up by your bang bang, bang
Cry, cry, cry, for my generation
Only god knows!
It aint come, ya
It aint come, ya
It aint come, ya
It aint come, ya
Left for
Reason to call the fly bush
Police cant get.. in the bush
Thats the life in Brooklyn New York
Then I moved to Jersey where it still cause more
One, two, three, four
But your life worth more than
I got many styles, many styles,
For example this is the one and this is na, na, na, na, na me
Still got the swag and thats
Many wanna beat me but they
But they can only be on fool G's
...
My watch will blind the sun...
...
But I cry, cry, cry for my generation!
Chorus:
Every block got cribs, even schools got blocks
Everywhere got essays, essays
With the wrong colors ear, you shine like a dear
Hes in a gang, shes in a gang
Pop up, show up by your bang bang, bang
Cry, cry, cry, for my generation
Only god knows!
Generation X...
Coke to the crack, crack to the x,
hero to the Weed, weed to the meth
They talk like choppers
Some generation, where we dealt it off and
hold on to the
They talk like choppers, but they jam
Im watching every day, while he go down..
Cause everybody wanna be 2pac
Every other two blocks
Every fool on TV fools you,
Come here little man, let me school you!
Yeah, you see em with the money and the rims, the diamonds the shining
But half of these boys, theyre lying
Will I try, for my generation
And all the time, for my
We aint.. got the were getting high, got the .. getting wasted.
I know, got the
He made a couple million dollars of statements
So now, got the fresh chasing
Hes black and hes famous
Chorus:
Every block got cribs, even schools got blocks
Everywhere got essays, essays
With the wrong colors ear, you shine like a dear
Hes in a gang, shes in a gang
Pop up, show up by your bang bang, bang
Cry, cry, cry, for my generation
Only god knows!