DMP - How Many Tears lyrics

rate me

feat. Pusha T

Yeah!

From where dreams are made, stars are born

We get from the ruff around here

DMP niggers!

Come on

Look, if only I could fly

View all my troubles from within height

I’m already stressed enough

I don’t need you

I bid you by the head and feed you

I’m over the day when I’ve been a freak

You won’t last if you’re feeling me

And now we’re living in the early days

So we like doing some lineage

You just make the bitch eliminate

Damn! My homeboy ODed on my man’s couch

Two weeks later, I’m locked out, passing out

Six months later, they telling me they glad I’m out

Maseratti like, trying to live the fast around

Sick and tired of getting junk till I’m passing out

How many tears fallen fallen from my laugh and mouth

What is that about?

The got that home racin’

Aliens on the planet doing home invasions

Sells overcrowded postponing more cases

Going into town

Praying in the Lord for patience

Pay the repetition, now we can’t afford the...

No matter where you keep’em

Family’s first nigger!

I doubt my mind!

Listen! They say that I’m around in peace

All black with the skully like a diamond

These the last days when you in midst of it

It’s those days you go sprayin’, it’s the taste of it

I raise my fist for, for all my people who keep struggling

‘Cause they pissed poor

Get the cake blow the candles make a wish for

For all my soldiers in the hood fighting this war

Yeah! We thought it was nice!

But look at us now

We’re suffocating!

Never doubts, for family don’t die baby!

DMP baby!

Now, I don’t ball like this..at all

So y’all feel me on every song

Stack a paper till the power hot

But money ain’t the answer when heaven calls

Niggers love you when you’re done and out

Start hatin’ you when is your turn

They in the street full of bloodsuckers

Dragging body in the sun and watch the soul burn

And the streets is getting colder

Gotta look over your shoulder

This is my deed to my greatest day

Proud the mic all the problems just fade away

We hustlin’ for better days

Police wanna lock us in a metal case

Still I scrape for every plate

I fed away

They call me in the ring with heavy weights

You better stick your moves, you let her go

Don’t hesitate

Cause where I’m from

That’s the difference between a frank and stain

Money in the bank, pour me in the drink

Ain’t sayin you gotta let it go

But around here

The only catcher it goes into tank

You better watch you maneuvers

Instead of being all lodes around a bottle of sugar

Surrounded by the losers

Thought not to hustle hard, surrounded by the losers

I’m hoping I don’t lose you

I’m hoping I’m hoping I don’t have to lose this look

But I’m hoping, I hope this...

It ain’t right this shit

They try to break the ruler

I’m tryin’ to win ‘cause I heard, losers for losers

We’ll never lose

just keep prayin on the damn phone

We keep rising

You ain’t the go

DMP not!

Show these niggers man

No nothing separates them

Keep rising!