Lyrics:
turn niggas to animals
Numb to the touch
They mixin' cocaine and bud in a blunt
Body's found lyin' next to potholes
Projects with unlocked doors
Lookin'
and went and got it
See I came in the game focused you was playing games in the projects
Got tired of being at the bottom tryna take my family to the top
Fuck it
Had to talk my shit to y'all, don't hate it or love it
Just respect it and be honored
That I'm standin' in your presence, it's the Yaowa
We
project
I’m a scholar of the streets and this ma 2nd lesson
Back like answering the 1st with a 2nd question
In the 1st second I had you 2nd guessing
Cause
You could say that the Crew's in effect
And when we get ill
It's like a jam in the projects
Stupid dope rhymes stands up like a knife
Cold number one
Yeah
I've been tryna get my way
Drivin' fast on the highway
Lights passing by
Feelings not alright
Not okay
Uh, as I sit here in a quiet nation
be pulled by the beast
kids paralyzed from his neck to his feet layin' way low
smokin' more and more...
seein' shapes in the chipped paint of my frame
and never change/
My man Red Dog was back from overseas/
Introduced me to Ching Dow a player who was Chinese/
You should have seen them accompanied by Modelo
as dynamite
Drenched in shea butter cream
Thinking back, to the times
When I was simply a
Mean green horned baby with big smiles
And sweat sweat
Running down
Yeah, so I guess by the time you
Get this kite, I'll be ghost, right?
Yup, check it
For too many years, I had yo back
And for too many years, you
looks
The door closed on beef settled with thrown hooks
Rest in Peace to Charlie
I swear it's nothing that's the same out in Mitchel projects
They told me
the records play
no shade,
I ain't going back to my villain ways,
Shit I'm stompin in Gucci, spillin this lemonade
Yeah,
Hell yeah
(Stompin in Gucci,
do they be skipping on your man like a crack in the concrete
Best take your seat and lay back with ya feet
I got doughnuts in my ear
True artist is
in the frame like bodies in a house way back in the woods, fled in suspended projects like the real thing, posed for the midnight trill. essential
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
to me (Fun to me), yeah this is fun to me (Fun to me)
Why's everybody wanna act hard?
I'm tryna have fun like Pat Sharp in my backyard
Bareback with
It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square,
Drinks were being served as usual,
And a goodly crowd was there.
When up stepped old
And just in case it's smoke, I brought the .40 to sort it
Niggas mad 'cause they 40 and dormant
They still in the projects, my condo got a doorman
My
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
on the topic of kings
Big up all my producers who bless the trap religiously
Man like Drae, AKA Drae d skimask
Big up OPB in the lab
Man like Terror Danjah
flooded the canal
Double C level drip or drown in Chanel
No surprise that she want me for my cash flow
Cause I diagnosed that shit with a lab coat
Pussy
metaphors, her bottles of gins and her North Africa stamp collection.
At night we would talk in dreams, back to back and we would always, always, agree.
3rd Bass got dissed by X-Clan
It was a crazy time in hip-hop
"Follow the Leader" was my shit back then, and got crazy props
[Verse Two]
Coca-Cola,
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