Slum Livin'

[Produced by Ka$h] [Hook 1: Big Remo] Slum livin’ I been on my shit since ‘96 Wipe my shoulders I’m a soldier made it out the trench [Verse 1: Big Remo] Still slammin’ and you youngins on that dummy shit I live it up true school, [?] stuntin’ shit Let me squeeze for you jackets tryna run the kid On everything WS [?] be on they shit Fightin’ cases like a mobster right in front of them Often it’s work round the corner from my mama crib Corner stores like extortion when I’m on the hit This for your troubles, baby, your token a couple chips Chip in the engine I could dip in a minute My bitch pushin’ a rental ran us a couple of pennies When they dented the Hemi y’all nearly ruined my image All you haters was hatin’ as if I couldn’t deliver I ain’t new to this system not cool with Officer friendly But I offer a service, no servin’ women or children This a cold world and when I’m in the city I’m chillin’ I’m in the country I’m lunchin’ it’s Big Re in the building [Hook 2: Big Remo] Slum livin’ I been on my shit since ‘96 In my tender teens, smokin’ [?] Heineken Wipe my shoulders I’m a soldier made it out the trench This might be obvious, I’m on my Sleepwalker shit Make money money, make money money, money It go make money money, make money money, money (You can’t take it from me, Reezy I’m still summin’, yea) [Verse 2: Styles P] Been slummin’ since ’86 I made hundreds to play the strip I made a grip and spent like most of my bread on the latest kicks I paint a pic if niggas faces is blurry I change the script I’m Taratino sip [?], y’all niggas ice tea Undercover befrieindin’ Nino, I get a ton a kilo From the border I put that word on my daughter Get the order if it’s COD I gotta applaud ya That’s cash on delivery, rappers try and mimic me I’m clinically the best nigga spittin’ check out my synergy The world famous still grippin’ that pearl [?] Load a clip, point at your memory tree, that nigga like Kennedy Word to my enemy, make ya niggas remember me Identically resembling God, niggas repent to me [?] one song always keepin’ my gun warm Record a blessing, I torch a session, word to my unborn [Hook 2] [Bridge: Ransom] I been on my shit too Remo It’s that shit right here Ka$h Let’s get some cash Heinekens [Verse 3: Ransom] Slum livin’ I been on my shit since ‘96 Maybe it was ‘86 I always did some crazy shit But back in 9-6 I would fly bricks I-95 rida, make a nigga mind drift I’m on Bad Boy, why I wanna fly bricks I shoulda been home, that Montana syndrome With Tony in a nigga blood Then the one tiger, the Proche, the mansion, nigga what Versace shirt, Versace shoes I’mma get this money I don’t care what [?] do Back then I had an ignorant attitude But TVs make them hood niggas mad at you Condos with the flat screen Drug dealer rap kings, wild boys that clap things If it’s [Wayne?] in the square than I wrap things I thank God that I made it out back then [Hook]