Lyrics:
"Credit"
As performed by
Tower of Power
{ Bass guitar intro }
Go and get it
With your good credit.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
You can
Do
immunity
Ain't shit safe, livin' in a gated community
I put miles on this hooptie, my hero was Tookie
Never seen real life like a gangster movie
Though we
He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac we just eatin' off rap
One love
[Chorus]
[Just Blaze]
It ain't over, Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
chaser, that's what we tell the waiter
You goddamn right, I'm a muthafuckin player
So tell me how you want it
You riding? Get up on it
I ain't fucking with
like, "I don't fuck with you"
Bitch, I got no feelings to go
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
I mean for real, fuck how you feel
weightless
All my shooters are courageous
Ain't a moment 'till I make it
It ain't a moment 'till I make it
Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery
on the roof and crush this bitch,
Ye ain't got money like this,
I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch,
So scream it if ya ambition fit,
I put my money
getting to it
I won't ever stop I ain't never losing
Just bop to it
If you feeling real good just bop to it
Got ya bitch by your side just bop to it
Keep
time
Yeen real how da fuck u gone co-sign
Ion need naan bitch cuz I'm certified
I got my whole city behind me
U niggas kno where da find me
All bout my
the meal
Stay on my grind till I sign a deal
All of my niggas, they ride, for real
Went through some pain, it took time to heal
Fuckin' these hoes, no time
nothin' if it's
Comin' with a dollar sign
It's genius comin' from out
Of my awkward mind
Cross the line, it's just not the time
And he ain't thinkin'
Put
face
With garlic peanut hummus the
Hardest lesson learned
While my varsity sports team
That never succeeded
My rhymes ain’t good?
My rhymes
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Yeah, if you find that good one man, you better keep her
Cause they hard to find man
You don't want to end up like me man
And be regretting it after
the booth,
I take out the pain that’s within and tell it to that software
Civilised construction, cause all my songs are engineered by myself
They say they
good return
I tried to take her
I even tried to break her
She said, I ain't for takin' won't you ever learn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near
paradise
Brick by brick
Its getting thick
Oooo its getting lit yea
Brick by brick
Its getting thick yea
Its getting real real real lit
Real real real lit
a criminal’s roll, hoodwinked and bamboozled deceived by make believe you get it, “Make Believe”. It’s a game to keep you lame, def dumb and that’s a shame,
melanated man, woman, or child is safe from we must protect ourselves our woman and our children by any means necessary it's time to stand up
verse1: they
Thinking that this shit a silly dream
When actually reality ain't what
It really seem and I ain't acting on
The scene niggas scream
The actions ain't
It's real where I'm from, issa grind & murder mind state
Expensive drug habits I'm just tryna keep my mind straight
Laws on us cause we play
started off as targets
We had the Congress mad at the whole genre
Tryna get rid of us
Now it's like we not even trying to be good
It's like we just
control
He wants the heart that seeks to know
The One to come has been revealed
The signs fulfilled
Our fates are sealed by faith
A descendant of Abram
to grind
It's gon' be real when I sign the line
'Cause I'ma get you paradise my little ain't have to grind
'Cause I'm going to to do it for him I know he
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