Yah-Sin - Reporting From The Slums lyrics

[Intro: Rebecca Raines] Should I, could I try to say That I want you every way? Should I, could I try to say? [Verse 1: Yah-Sin] Another pack to sell, another crack that got knocked in jailed While others layin' with the daffodils f** around and seen the cops was the ones busting At your head, damn, little n***a, you ain't done nothing Store trips turnin' into corpses More sips of that Henny spilled, debts are costin' Of course it's Yah-Sin again, makin' fans tremblin' And skin 'em and, known to meditate and count Benjamins Word to mommy or whoever maker You've been climbin' up the stairs, I'm an elevator, tell your neighbor That hater attitude is keepin' us down They wanna know my secrets now Everybody searchin' for a deeper sound [Hook] I'm reportin' from the slums right now Another mother, someone just shot down The way she cried was a frightening sound Man this sh** gotta stop somehow I'm reportin' from the hood right now Another momma, someone's just shot down The way she cried was a frightening sound Man this sh** gotta stop somehow It's gotta be a better way out [Verse 2: Method Man] Staten Island is iller, off the island they feel us Some people might not get us but they don't doubt that we're k**ers The system tryna k** us cause they don't doubt we're guerrillas He home after that body then we don't doubt he a squealer The dealers, everybody wants nice things The realest get murdered over money and dice games, I get it If your trap life's a gimmick then everybody a critic That's a nice place to visit but they ain't tryin' to live it Raw is how I give it like UG Cops be askin' questions like, "Who's he?" But I ain't sellin' no loosies Brother when you walk in that room past, you lose me That's why we never kick it like Bruce Lee [Hook] I'm reportin' from the slums right now Another mother, someone just shot down The way she cried was a frightening sound Man this sh** gotta stop somehow I'm reportin' from the hood right now Another momma, someone's just shot down The way she cried was a frightening sound Man this sh** gotta stop somehow It's gotta be a better way out [Verse 3: Spank] Sufferin' reality, perseverin' my salary Trapped inside the drama like lookin' at Grey's Anatomy Thinkin' of ways to capture the plan the creator have for me It's principles when you the one takin' care of your faculty Test tube, baby, the meth lab, the left jab Right hook feel like I million dollars in X tabs Gotta be a better way, llamas with me every day It's goin' down everywhere, I'm laughin' while they let it spray Real n***as' mamas cry, real n***as gotta ride Some call it revenge, but still it's a homicide Wonder how their father feel, will real n***as shed a tear? Or do they only shed blood? They feel like they're forever feared [Hook] I'm reportin' from the slums right now Another mother, someone just shot down The way she cried was a frightening sound Man this sh** gotta stop somehow I'm reportin' from the hood right now Another momma, someone's just shot down The way she cried was a frightening sound Man this sh** gotta stop somehow It's gotta be a better way out YOU MIGHT ALSO ENJOY Nasty Freestyle by T-Wayne Trap Queen by Fetty Wap All Eyes on You by Meek Mill