[Dave] Too many niggas died by hanging for me to die by banging, good point. Maybe if you let me die on a hanger I wouldn’t be terrorizing the neighbors, good choice. Fuck school, too many in one classroom. I’d rather be hitting licks in the bathroom. Mama boyfriend said he’ll be back soon. Never did so this work gon flip. Now the folks got work and my mama check short. Say a prayer for the mothers of the niggas I’ve smoked, and the smokers of the rock and the snorters of the blow. Til the world blow up, this is all I know. This is all I know. This is all I know. This is all I know. Go.
[Chorus] Sometimes its seems to me that I, I must’ve born hanging out. And I must’ve been conceived hanging out. And I probably incubated hanging out. And I know I’m gonna die by hanging. And I know I’m gonna die by hanging. And I know I’m gonna die by hanging. And I know I’m gonna die by hanging.
[Dave] So we hang by a string on the same light fixture and chain that swings in the same old closet we hang our things; our jeans, our worst nightmares, our dreams. See, I could die by hanging. Air slowly leak while I’m strangling. Airs on my feet while I’m swanging. Dead on that street where they raised him. And I’ll do it all again, for a chance at a whip, or a chain, or a brand. When I’m gone another lil nigga become a man on the white folks land, yeah thats that slave shit. Damn thats the same shit. Damn thats the same shit. Damn thats the same shit. Damn.
[Chris] Push a nigga and I'm swinging. Pull it and I'm banging. Ten toes down til my timbs is dangling. Hanging from a telephone line on Sangamon. The game has been the only thing a nigga was raised up in. So it aint a thang for a nigga to raise up and pull that Nina out and let that motherfucker rang. And if I let her sang, a nigga gon hang. Strange fruit, blood at the leaves, blood at the root, blood all on the tree of my Timberland boot. Fuck em, I'll cop another pair, might cop two. Damn shame how many pair a nigga ran through. Not a shooter but a nigga gotta move how he move to keep from gettin cornered by the blocks and the corners that we outchea running. Yeah, we running whether from or to. So choose. You a goner or you gunning. Either way I'm the nigga on your nighttime news.
[Chris] Wish the world would leave me alone, let me zone out in my head, come on let's roll. Let’s roll. Let’s roll. Let’s roll. Oh lady don't blow my high. Especially when you don't know my life. Don't know my life. So don't blow my high. Don't blow my high. Don't blow my high. 3x
from Avenue: A
released September 6, 2011
(C. Butler, D. Giles, B. Brevard), produced by O. Wao & Puma, rhodes & bass by Ben Lindell, additional vocals by ArinMaya, arranged by The Paxtons, recorded at Studio 284 in Brooklyn NY by Chris of The Paxtons, mixed by Ben Lindell at Lindell Productions in New York NY, “Hanging” contains samples of “Chicago” by Cex.
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