Civil Justus - Vice City lyrics

No tie, never follow the law son All our families feud no Richard Dawson Or Steve Harvey hardly my team party Dream about the bread and the cheese, my team yardie Come around in my town we be hard to break Though many fell victim, jaw bones through harlem shakes Sniffing Kurtis Blow, hoping to catch the breaks At least someone you know is bound to catch a case Rightfully so, we hate cops in the jungle But then turn around and sell d** to your uncle A lot you feel that go un-manifested Hate toward yourself, the system and how you dressin' Confidence issues and the over compensation Will make you trade in your values put your morals all on vacation Either that or complacent Get it, you ain't Satan We loving the trap, but yet you trapped in the basement [Hook: Sosa Shabazz] Everyday is hard, coming up out here Everyday is hard, coming up out here Tripping over crack pipes that's made from soda bottles How ironic is was a coke that he smoked it out of k**ing beats, I'm letting the ba** fly While he's based out, look into the snake's eyes We cultivated to play crackheads and love the hustler Knowing damn well they can't exist without each other We shame those in our family and k** their pride The angst, whatever's left of their sanity But if they're pushin' birds out the coupe they fly No rules to play by, just the state lines There's nothing's**y about this makeover, losin' weight Changin' they face through baking soda, they lose they faith Got lost when she s**ed that dick for a lift A token so broken, lost her values for a fix Hurtful seeing my borough endure great pain All I got is this $100 on me, can't make change Everyday is hard, coming up out here Everyday is hard, coming up out here Ain't no love