Belief - 3 Card Molly (Ravipops (The Substance) Mix) lyrics

[Intro: C-Rayz Walz] Word up. I ain't forget y'all. Yeah Doug [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Four to five times, dum-dums blast In the chest of my brother. That breath was the last one I don't believe it. My heart need a cast I told him, “Get out that lane!” ‘cause it was too fast Ain't it time to cut these yellow lines? The Show must go on. I got his younger brother on my mind Past tragic. Wish I knew magic tricks I bring it back to this physical script But dreams is broke. He got smoked for coke In the form of rock. What murder worse? He was on his own block At the funeral, I cried then laughed At the same time, my wrath had me happy and sad To reminisce off his unique funniness Adds up to this. His life was a gift To be wrapped in memories from days of way back Before clips and gats, colored tops, or crack We thought bikes was fat and girls was whack They said you die, black. But I don't believe that 'Member that time I took the sh** in the train station And you said the cops was coming, but you was just playing Right after, we robbed that crackhead, fams That was back in the day. Damn! We both had the high-top fades like Kane and We was fiending for them Nike Airs on Fordham Road It don't make sense how you was gone And it don't make rent—how I don't get paid for this song But it make lint in my pocket when I pull 'em out And it make me wanna go and... Yo I feel like blasting myself ‘cause my pops is gone This ain't nothing going on but the stocks and bonds Lost in the ocean of life, provoking the strife Couldn't see the day with the motion of night [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) On Fordham Road. 3 Card Molly f**ing up the icy man in front of everybody BX the place I was from BX. Man, I love that slum [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Hey Ms. Rios, sorry that I dissed your flag And when Ty got shot, he had to sh** in a bag But that's okay ‘cause Ra lay on the same corner On the same ave where I sold marijuana And Ms. Carolyn was a nosy neighbor Mr. Sack was screaming loud, but that were the days Of a '86 juvenile mentality Not nice on the mic but n***as ain't wanna battle me ‘Cause the knuckle game was Chuck Norris The gun was enchanted—enter in a buck-buck forest Without the dollars, more live than Morris You know how it go for con artists I remember block parties and .22s and Lot of serious cats in a funny crew and Jabu, I miss you. When you died, I was upset Couldn't know how it felt to be a Vietnam vet To hear bombs going off in your ear with big Metallica And now we in the streets and the jails is like Galaga They got your DNA sample Plus they got your female in the house trampled (Boom, boom) is the hell of the train station I try to move out, leave the pain vacant But it stay here and it stays there Bust out stray shots. It's no fair [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) On Fordham Road. 3 Card Molly f**ing up the icy man in front of everybody BX the place I was from BX. Man, I love that slum