Lyrics:
come I'm still stressed an' even though the squad's glistenin'?
Why You had to take Pun, someone so young?
Had so much more to live for, as real as they
committed to being a junkie cause a drunk at shit
When you chasing your next high watch how quick time fly
Everybody fiend for something just to get by
Either
Yak, Polo, Tick, and Unfoonk
Free the fathers raising kids and missed by they mamas
Free B, free Roscoe, free Bobby Hunt
This is not a gang, these is
[Intro: Raekwon]
Fuck ya'll niggaz is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack)
Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya'll niggaz is all pussy
That's my
on the gram just to gain some self-respect
Talkin' shit then turn around they ask me for connects
Know that it don’t matter, tell by their tone
Always the high
could easily divide everybody I despise and idolize in one word; overcome
You and your lady are only talkin' over coffee
When me and your lady talkin' tho
[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob
suckers
You deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money
But it's funny to me
All you suckers living bummy
Why you're messin' with me
I'm a self made
to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did it, come widdit
Get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it
You
I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money lookin
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
that they're for everyone?
Nah, because...
I mean, nothing's for everybody
I don't think there's one thing that's not water or oxygen that's for
talkin' bout when everybody else in the crib
Nigga you the last nigga, on the block, nigga
Nigga ain't gotta go in the crib
When the street lights come on,
Everybody got somethin' to say
And they don't even wanna see
While they're talkin' so badly
I actually make you happy
All that matter is us anyway
And I
beatin'
A wild one who’ll swim like
Directly after he's eaten
While holding a toaster oven that's plugged
With a fork in it
Cause death by electrocution's
and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
Ay baby look here, this new song I wrote
It's got that nice groove that everybody dancin' to
And when I play it it kind of remind me of me and you
through and they bust first
We killin' everybody that night
Block wars, we 'bout that life
Scuffed J's and them fist fights
Dead bodies on dead bodies
big money shit
Now everybody tryin' to get rich
Now get rich niggas, fuck it
Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads
When they speak, you see
I gotta go on land
I'm that fat nigga arise I do it while I stand
And everybody talking bullshit that's on my side
Even though I'm 18 and I live in my
stomped out
We need the racks, do a run out
Everybody coming to the party, pop out
Done with the talkin, let's do it
Last 10 months, I been locked in my
duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy
protected by soldiers live my life smokin'
the ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open
nobody
duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy
protected by soldiers live my life smokin'
the ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open
nobody
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