Ghostface k**ah - Same Damn Thang lyrics

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Ghostface k**ah - Same Damn Thang lyrics

[Verse 1] You are the real one You know, everything we thinking about is good But like when all the goodness comes outta you man You only got one alternative, man That's to turn around and look at each other I can't look at the man sitting up in the office Cause I'm down in the south Bronx But I do have somebody man and I look up to him And that's how we save each other (save each other) [?? Forward to forests in South Sudan] But shorties love stuntin' the [?] On the acid tabs and denim [?] South Park (juice clans) Rubble kings in this concrete kingdom Fifteen with the k**ers, Mystique and the chic villain Covested warrior, baby face but his heart devoid of All remorse of days of Genocidal Holocaust Can't tangle loose of the grips of this fixed system Twisted guns on ourselves cause we mixed in misvision Chapelle and angel dust Tore my halo and devil horns Scorned by this country's swords Since the day I was first born These politicians lining their pockets with our blood Snub our mommas cries to call us rebels and thugs Chaotic outlaws and battling the trap Don't raffle sh** with my pack Strikes on my back and now I can't turn back The same song echoes through project halls Amid the [?] in Senegal The Compton in Chirac Where k**ers crawl - where k**ers crawl Where k**ers crawl - where k**ers crawl [Hook] Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island Wilding, riding on the train Same, the same damn thang Same damn thang that you see today Detroit, L.A., B'More, Houston Trooping, shooting It's the same, it's the same damn thang Same damn thang Same damn thang and it's a shame [Verse 2] He didn't know that Hershey kiss Was an ‘X' fax The ‘OG' push woo woo is the extract Stuffed in fly jeans, it's tough Middle o' the lane Supported by live grains it's rough The Mink, the collars Snow White rubbing my earlobe In the caves of Guyana I'm wearing that rare gold Pardon me, I'm here for the life I'm a OD, I'm k**ing this n***a Like [? Lynn Bayer] Drop his head in the turkey fire Fry this niga real quick in his whole attire Finish, back to the trap house Filet mignons is being flipped Getting down on the black couch The low budge' low go flex we into Serial k**er who axe swings like a pendulum (yeah) We come together like bible study The plot, the plan, the conquer Just to get money - just to get money Just to get money - just to get money Just to get money [Hook0] Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island Wilding, riding on the train Same, the same damn thang Same damn thang that you see today Detroit, L.A., B'More, Houston Trooping, shooting It's the same, it's the same damn thang Same damn thang Same damn thang and it's a shame [Verse 3] And it's the same damn thing Same damn scene Same soldier from the field In the same fatigue With the same M16 Same cup, red here sipping Lean Out the same canteen With the same regime Dirty by now n***as can't stay clean Keys coming from overseas Ships straight from Beijing Smoking weed, selling ‘Yay' to the feds Living life the high speed While I'm chasing this cheese Put in one for the team, my youngest sixteen He was carried home from the bench Screaming with the med IA With felonious dreams Can't let any and everything Four pair 23's and the eight of the green He let any green involved in the entasy ring Ran from Detroit to Shreveport L.A. to Queens From B/More to E. Quest Philly to Palm Springs [?] Savannah back to Tampa S&S to the grid They wanna hear my long J But not this too far, fall between In Detroit, city of kings [Hook] Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island Wilding, riding on the train Same, the same damn thang Same damn thang that you see today Detroit, L.A., B'More, Houston Trooping, shooting It's the same, it's the same damn thang Same damn thang Same damn thang and it's a shame [Hook] Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island Wilding, riding on the train Same, the same damn thang Same damn thang that you see today Detroit, L.A., B'More, Houston Trooping, shooting It's the same, it's the same damn thang Same damn thang Same damn thang and it's a shame

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