Pete Rock
Soul Survivor
Strange Fruit
(featuring Cappadonna, Tragedy a/k/a Khadafi and Sticky Fingaz)
[Tragedy a/k/a Khadafi]
Subliminal thugism, rap mysticism
For all my niggas locked with life in state prison
We combinate, like dime piece and sperm jizm
Queens niggas goin to trial, just sit and listen
Fake crooks come in all types of categories
Beat you in the head with lies and war stories
Claimin that they name ring bells in territories
With Fat Cat, Al Capone, Scarface
Meanwhile they goin to trial for rape case
You weak, I punch you in face, cut your face
You halfway wannabe thug, stay snitchin
Latin king, surgery type with face stitchin
The house game, mess hall style, play in the kitchen
Allow me a god for real, it's Allah position
Informers, weak convicts you shouldn't fool with
They foul, snitchin on niggas they went to school with
But now you catch em in club on some smooth shit
Sha-pow - blow em out the frame on some rude shit
I'm not the type of cat you wanna fool with
It's strange fruit
[Tragedy a/k/a Khadafi and Pete Rock]
Chorus: (4x)
Hey yo, the world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit
Survivalist, basin my life on rap loot, it's the truth
[Cappadonna]
Hey yo the world plant seeds in my mind, then it's dart time
There used to be crime, scary hours, robberies, and big chrome nines
In Park Hill, when the cameras don't never be off
I live inside the TV, these words is hot sauce
Put your mind back together, Killa Bees of course
Church in the studio, life you can't abort
Pete Rock and Donn made the world pay child support
You under arrest for giving out stress, I'm not settlin for less
East bags, midtown and the wild, wild west
Represent on some deep impact, aluminum Wu bat
I got it like that, slang combat
When I plant two seeds in your head kid stand back
Chorus (4x)
[Sticky Fingaz]
Nigga you know better, I blow three through your race sweater
Fuck what you think, I'm bustin, you blink
Nigga see me in the club, start duckin and tuckin they link
Like I resorted to robbin niggas for table scraps
In the hood we do away with cats
In the river threw away the gats
Everywhere I go turn crime scene, knowhatImean
Don't make me trip, make me flip
Be so much bloodshed, you think I'm Crip
Even before I signed the contract, always was respected
Couldn't give a fuck if I never sold another record
I ain't in it for the CREAM, as wild as it seem
Battle me and win? Ha ha ha, in your dreams
I'm still a young nigga, straight up dumb nigga
For no apparent reason pull out the gun nigga
Still not the drug nigga, I'm just a bum nigga
So whatcha wanna swallow, your pride or blood nigga??
Chorus (4x)
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