Can It Be All So Simple [Remix]
It's the remix son Can it be, act like you know Check it Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake cash rule, flying at a fast rate I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin' in lust Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, wallabee clarks, pretty woman I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom I hung around the big time bosses Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey Chef had that bitch stacey slippin in Macy's I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped And got licked like papsy in a mob flick I got hit Stumblin holdin my neck to the god's rest Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my guess Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? I should've stayed in job corp, but now I'm a outlaw Ray cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga Can it be that it was all so simple then? Dedicated to the gods and earths Dedicated to babies who came feet first Dedicated to up north and down state Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights Dedicated to projects with black kids Dedicated to man who build pyramids Word up! what the f*ck yo? We taking you on another chamber Word up son, you know how we be on it Yeah it's real Show these crabs how to rhyme man I think it's time to bless them, word up Bulletproof First chamber Yo chef yo It started off on the island, ak shaolin niggaz wildin Old folks scream : stop the violence! True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz Playin nuff crap games for what see? Back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sportin tommy hil with caves 360 waves And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 benz Mad 10's with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife I paid the price throughout my hood life Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about g-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And I got my act together, 'lo sweaters and better And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Written by: ROBERT F. DIGGS, RUSSELL T. JONES, DENNIS DAVID COLES, GARY E. GRICE, LAMONT HAWKINS, JASON HUNTER, CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, MARILYN BERGMAN, ALAN BERGMAN, MARVIN HAMLISCH
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Memory Lane Music Group (Foreign)
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