Lyrics:
And God said let us make man in our image (Tech)
According to our likeness (N9ne)
Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea
over birds
a few sips
Uh new phone like who's this
Cocaine high and I don't even do rips
Done it by my lonely don't need nobody to move with
Smoke and get money man
through the air and I'm creating all the clones
And they watching with my back, they marching at my back
I'm trying to get these bitches, count em up
a murderer with a lethal syringe
So I ask again "are we peace lover's then"
Some of them slang guns when they six years old
Some of them end up in some six
Aye man fuck franklin manor
Fuck nocturnal Franco
Fuck all them shitty ass cops
If you a racist or a bigot man fuck you
See I never been the type
And impossibly thick
Don't got a job, I only ball off pick-six
I ball with fresh niggas, Lowry had shit lit, it's Christmas
Honest but since niggas been
come out with these flames
That 100
We so outta they range
100
Webbo jumped in the game
My drama
And we gotta get paid
I do numbers
I come out with
Six by nines through theses door panels
Make a bunch of noise
I'm mobbin' on these back
Streets and city blocks
Middle finger every cop
Chevy block
for ya'
If you ain't rich by 2020
Then it's iffy for ya'
Ay man, them boys ain't gettin' no money
They be cappin'
They see me all in the streets, I be
could rip Clance
Put the ring in god hands
Stepping up the bar man
You ain't with the program
Know that I'm still trucking through your zone then
I'ma
up 85 on the dash
Wondering is this the dream are we really free at last
Then you see the news another death by the cops hand
Black man you ain’t free
with it, even if I did it
I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn't hit it
My name's Everlast, I got the funky rhymes
I make more papers than the LA Times
It won't be clean and easy
There's more to carry than a case or two
I come with a history
That I won't forget in a life with you
This man's been
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
we true and flew in life
Leave us JD and rock a party all night tight nigga
One two three four five six seven
I can rap like hell but make
you'd find
A better man
Some open arms
A marching band
Well I've got news for you
It's just me
Surprise, muthafucka
Look what you did, baby
But I won't
Verse :
6 am in Sydney by the bridge
That's when I sit and think about shit
Can we just admit that we got problems
6 in Sydney up in this bitch
Aha , you know what I mean?
Word up, just want to bring em to it real
Real rugged like, uhh, man
Make me feel like I'm method out and all that,
I walk around with the grill
Cause niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit
Fuck this rappin shit, I
What's up with bitches trying to screw me?
Do me 'cause I did a movie
Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me
Rather die than let ya play me
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
a lost
But that's just 1 of many battle
Finally stepping up out them cages
With the luxury of saying while in was never rattled
Judged by accomplishments
And we're gonna bring a man up to the microphone right now (here we go, come on)
And goes by the name of uh, well he doesn't know (check it out come on yo)
cursing my name, but am I the one to blame?
Kicked out with no one around his clothes on the lawn
And only a six string strong, He decided to try and go
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