living The land of reprisal This is the land of the living The land of survival, survival Land, land This is the land of the living The living, the living, the living
am the gas you be the angel of everything this is the land of the living this is the land of reprisal this is the land of the living the living the living
landings no branding land land this is the land of the living the land of reprisal this is the land of the living the land of survival survival land land
safe landings no branding land land this is the land of the living the land of reprisal this is the land of the living the land of survival survival land land
the block doing this shit 'round the clock Million dollar nigga doing this shit non-stop Swagged out, big doggin' on a private flight Popping bottles, celebratin' living life Blowing big, feet landed
home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin' Blendin' in with city folk, down in Flat bush
Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka See me creepin' through the bushes
they say death comes too soon Where the hoods on the block dance to a different tune Every night and every day hotels of foul play Turns fatal when this hostile land
on they ass can't stand the rain And bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch In a "No Spin Zone," fuck a scanadalous bitch It's the return of the (Bush
where the fight lay And everything a nigga do may not be what he might say Chicago nights stay, stay on the mind But I write many lives and lay on these
off, wipe the sweat off Uhh, cause in this world I'm debtor, squeeze lead off Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue break up
rats Hardcore, keep it raw, what niggaz love that Stack the greenbacks and stay steady with the weed sack Spliff Star, one of the famous foreigners from East Flat-Bush
outta 1.5's That was 'round '84, '85 Smoke all week for the dimes Now nigga that's live (Nigga that's live) Visine to help clear my eyes (My eyes) Sprayed
here and fuck with us I'm from the land of the gang bang Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed It's the same ole same Bush run shit like
about to slip Vision Promised Land with fashion like Madison Ave Manhattan Saks 5th Ave and Rodeo Relaxing popping labels Promise Land no fables
hu? what's man? what's human? Anything along the land we consuming Eatin', deletin', ruin Trying to get paper Gotta have land, gotta have acres So I
diluted The muscle I hustle is real for my friends But the muscle I keep for myself is pretend I am the wanderer's wandering daughter Travel the land and I live
