Lyrics:
understood is overstood
You could be a bitch and a
Snitch and still rep the hood
Your bars are no good, we don't trust you
Not you, not one biff, you
You must be kidding
I told you before ain't no stopping this Christian God designing these moves he order my steps now what to do
Smile on my face Got
Look
They say the universe, it works in a strange way
And it must be true because, we ain't from the same background or same place
But me
that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speak
So kick it
[MC Ren]
The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust
So let weak
rhyme
But it's cool when you guided by the divine
Niggas ain't down, like they say, you gotta be careful
Said I'm playin' in their face, cause I seek
guess not
Kid stuck up for his rights and got shot
Yah, I speak no evil 2X
Yo, Nikc do me a favor
Step up!
[Kool Nick]
His world
the moments you speak of, it's just us
Ima slave to these pages of, pictures
It's a phase how we came to be, for figures
It's a game that we play you see,
a good lesson, know what I'm saying?
Of course, ol' 'Speak On It' gon' be teaching
You know I'm gonna be teaching but geez
We ain't talking 'bout me
We
we'd have no Stress
We're mistaken people
We can easily speak about each other than to speak to each other
Did you see so and so sat still in my seat
These days see the Sun and I'm gone
Early morn' still rocking that yawn
Tryna win so we cool with no sleep
Kinda things we do in the East
Ends meet
cool stoner
I bet he's not a loner, be my friend if I was younger
Yo, Scott, hey, real stoner talk
Are you scared of getting caught
By our sister
don't even speak about it
A nigga ain't built to actually be a body
And if it ain't no paperwork, nigga, then why you speak about it
Where you from?
cool
Could make my day just by saying you loved it
Who knew this music is what we'd be doing
I'm still surprised and I'm 3 years into it
Hopefully we can
It's okay to be cool, you don't know me
Just be open to learn with time, I show me
Talk too much about feelin' sorry, Less is more no need for
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
cool
Sippin on that drank i feel awful
She wanna come over my place like we all cool
Think about it every single day
I wouldn't cross you
(Hano)
Nigga
and goes like the tide
There's really no where to hide
When things get heated inside, I try to cool down my mind
Hit pause then try to rewind
But I've gone
on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred
We don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over
This is how we do, it's all about me not you,
Gotta get mine, and your friends too,
Don't got the time to be fucking with you,
I'm trying to fuck
See, you cool you hit me in the DM
You know I could screenshot all that
I ain't no "screenshot nigga" though
I speak facts
You don't want no problems,
not to cross those resevoir dogs
You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable
When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho
No ex and oh's,
The soul speaks for itself
Something so divine
Something that’s built with time, mmm
Blue skies, but you’re all by yourself
Put down your walls
It’s
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[ VERSE 1: Ice-T ]
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