Lyrics:
all I hear is sirens
It's all about surviving, same old two step
Try to stay alive when they be out robbin'
I been out rhymin' since born knowledge
Like
the pen, doin' life plus ten
Young brother pump yo' brakes for me, before you choke
Won't ya soak up some game from yo' big homies
This ain't livin', we
with it
[Chali 2na]
Yo, deform with it
The way we perform wit it
You gon' get it
Your rebuttals are long winded
The song ended
If you satisfy
If yo game ain't tight and ya get caught up
All my homegirls listen to mo
Stay on top of the game so
Your man will never know
Why not fella just keep
I'ma snuck 'em, fuck 'em (straight up)
Guess I'm a by-any-means type of motherfucker, uh (on God)
We not in the frat but step (21)
I got more
better stop at the dot
Hold up
Uh,
Married to the money,
You welcome to the reception
She came with problems,
Fuck it that's my step sons
Sleepin'
It's Cubboom
Wake wake wake
Wake yo game up nigga!Wake it up
Wake yo game up, nigga!Wake yo game up nigga!Wake it up
Wake yo game upWake yo game up
Yo
Lazima itajipa
Sometimes we win
Sometimes we lose
Tusha zoea though
Baby steps but atleast na make progress
Daily ma youths wanalia, aty siku moja
, na, na, na, na, na)
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (up top, come on)
Woof! motherfucker, Woof! mothafucker
(na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,na,na
Stayin' boxed up eatin' caviar
Lookin' for the next play to have it all, ah nah
It's funny how the game goes
New face but they look like the same hoes
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
"Ray-Ray, is that yo' car?"
I seen MTV, I know who you are
You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas?
I did take over the game, brought back the soul
So a brother like me, I do damage
Just by picking up the mic to go solo
I cold turn a party on out, and oh yo
I get physical, mystical, very
the dice games up
Moms smoke, kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Girls fighting over rope, the young boys hype things up
Niggas fighting over coke,
gettin' that degree at Stanford or Harvard
Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo
Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik
Yo, should I be
, na, na, na, na, na)
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (up top, come on)
Woof! motherfucker, Woof! mothafucker
(na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,na,na
sixty
Gimme the mic an I'ma solve all mystery
I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me
'cause when he do, that's when he kiss dee
Titles go by
hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up
Throw yo
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
many can manage
So a brother like me, I do damage
Just by picking up the mic to go solo
I cold turn a party on out, and oh yo
I get physical,
!"
"Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand
And tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit?"
I'm tired of the motherfuckin' jackin'
Sweatin' my gang,
what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin
I used to print out Nas raps and tape 'em up on my wall
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
wake up everyday with my game face on
[Verse 2: Chuck D]
Break harder than ever, follow my lead
Through the fast lane in the game, they follow my
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