JAMES COOK AND GABRIEL AOKI REMIX it'ain't nothing left

by james cook gabriel aoki
(vietnam)

I 'm from the city of Crack, macks and Car Jacks
Hustlers with large stacks
catz running around strapped
lost and can't come back
It ain't nothing left

I was raised with crooks
So I got crooked dreams
Hopes of gold teeth and designer jeans
And I just wanna write raps
Sitting at home counting large stacks
Smoking green from dime bags
Im Just stating facts
U grow up lost and confused
Fighting through, end up beaten and bruised
But the glory lasts
The pain goes away
Victory over struggles we face every day
We'll go all the way
We Call it hustling
Cuz in the streets u were raised to bust em'
Learn to grind
And puff em'
I'm on them greens
I'm Dublin
Diamond chains



I'm from Da City

of Crack, Macks and

Car Jacks

Hustlers with large Stacks

catz running around strapped

lost and can't come back

it ain't nothing left

but Brown faces

crackers acting races

third timeRs with opening

case Felony chases the time
can't face it

Death can't embrace it
time waste it

and can't replace it

I Gotta Make it
The streetz can't shake it

the life i can't Fake it

the laws i break it
no choice but to take it

I 'm from the city of
Crack, macks and Car Jacks
Hustlers with large stacks
catz running around strapped
lost and can't come back
It ain't nothing left

The streetz got us mentally
trapped No time 4 all the rap
just reload the gap got them
running around needing a Map

I 'm from the city of
Crack, macks and Car Jacks
Hustlers with large stacks
catz running around strapped
lost and can't come back
It ain't nothing left

Fem's ODing in the back off
that good smack
hoes on the track hacks
with stolen hub caps in old school
PANTAIC
OLD G Drinking on Yack

I 'm from the city of
Crack, macks and Car Jacks
Hustlers with large stacks
catz running around strapped
lost and can't come back
It ain't nothing left

But weed and Gun smoke
catz strung out on dope
lost all hope
hanging from a rope
or lock down hold the
soap...

I rather be pushing Coke
too the loco's east to the west coast

I 'm from the city of
Crack, macks and Car Jacks
Hustlers with large stacks
catz running around strapped
lost and can't come back
It ain't nothing left

But Cold ass streets
and Nigga's that got beef
hungry and can't eat
let off the heat with a sweet
release every time
ya heart beat it's wanna BE
thug laying on Concrete
wipe the DNA off the sneaks
throw away the piece
yellow tape and white
sheets time to call
Priest.

I 'm from the city of
Crack, macks and Car Jacks
Hustlers with large stacks
catz running around strapped
lost and can't come back
It ain't nothing left
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I 'm from the city of Crack, macks and Car JacksHustlers with large stackscatz running around strappedlost and can't come backIt ain't nothing left
I was raised with crooks So I got crooked dreamsHopes of gold teeth and designer jeansAnd I just wanna write rapsSitting at home counting large stacksSmoking green from dime bagsIm Just stating factsU grow up lost and confusedFighting through, end up beaten and bruisedBut the glory lastsThe pain goes awayVictory over struggles we face every day ...... More to come

James cook
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I 'm from the city of Crack, macks and Car JacksHustlers with large stackscatz running around strappedlost and can't come backIt ain't nothing left
I was raised with crooks So I got crooked dreamsHopes of gold teeth and designer jeansAnd I just wanna write rapsSitting at home counting large stacksSmoking green from dime bagsIm Just stating factsU grow up lost and confusedFighting through, end up beaten and bruisedBut the glory lastsThe pain goes awayVictory over struggles we face every day ...... More to come ......
On Feb 5, 2013, at 4:10 AM, james cook wrote:

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