Norman Sann - Real Big Number

I
Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
I
Wasn't raised in a Duplex
I
Never learned Two-Step
Cause
Both my feet left
I came up from the Gutta'
No Dad just my Mother
How many people kill over color?
That's a real big number
That's a real big number
That's a real big number
How many people you know in ninth-grade dealing?
How many people you know in ninth-grade killing?
How many people you know in ninth grade
Ain't even got a license to shoot it but they know how to conceal it
How many people you know in ninth grade
Had to take on the responsibility to raise they daddy children
How many people you know in ninth grade
Had to skip the Homecoming cause they momma working late and stripping
But in this life
You gone either be a Crip or see (C) the crypt right?
And play the hand you were dealt without a dislike
You either take it laying down or you fistfight
We feel like everybody hate us like Chris right?
I bet you really understand why we pissed right?
And why we pull up with them choppas that be this height
You acting silly in my city better think twice
You hear that party next door but it's not nice
Oh-oh-oh-oh
You hear that party next door but it's not nice
Look what you're putting me through
I'd never do this to you
I
Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
I
Wasn't raised in a Duplex
I
Never learned Two-Step
Cause
Both my feet left
I came up from the Gutta'
No Dad just my Mother
How many people kill over color?
That's a real big number
That's a real big number
That's a real big number

Written by:
Norman Sanchez

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