SAUL WILLIAMS - P.G. lyrics

rate me

Ain't from the streets of Compton

Ain't from no prison yard

Ain't got no guns or weapons

Hell, nigga, I ain't hard

I'd rather help than fight you

I'd rather hug than swing

I know where diamonds come from

It ain't about the bling

Ain't got no fancy car

I can't afford my rent

Ain't even got my own style

Sometimes I'm 50 Cent

But I ain't got not bullets

And I ain't bullet proof

And you can take your aim

But you can't kill the truth

Ay, yo, untie that noose

Son, we ain't free, we're loose

I'm sleeping on the floor above your party's burning roof

And when that party's through

here's what you need to do

Just hold that mic right to your heart and hear the beat of you

I got a heart beat produced by God, and, boy, it sounds hard

Got a heart beat produced by God, and, boy, it sounds hard

Got a heart beat produced by God, and, boy, it sounds hard

Got a heart beat produced by God, and, boy, it sounds hard