Lyrics:
me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting fatal
I make MC's do angel dust
Take 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell 'em jump
I don't know
Pistol whip abuse you, that's what the loot do, killa salute you
The feeling's mutual, a quarter million on the kitchen floor
One nigga breakin down
[Hook]
Til the day that I die do it B.I.
Since I was born I was taught to keep it P.I.
I'm that nigga thugged out in the V.I.
And I've been slangin
gone wrong.
If I could stay awake I'd probably shed a tear to the sound of his guitar and the velvet streak of words.
Do you ever wake up nights just
and drug abuse
It's a scary place, those people have no chance
You're scared of the changind world round you
But you know what to do
[chorus]
Look away
get ready to rumble
I shut down, shut down
You ready for war start fightin' start fightin'
What you do?
I rock, I rock, I roll, I roll
I come to tear
I'm on many kinds of drugs
I can't see and I can't breathe and I can't stay and I can't leave
If it's good let's take it slow
Baby I'm a fucking joke
sometimes she thinks of me instead
Greed, That has to do with more than you need
Sin, That's usually where temptation leads
Turning into an addiction in
But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied
[Chorus]
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse, do you get the picture?
the life preserve in Mary
Those opposed...
Mikah 9:
Do you want to know how to control and separate your ego from your soul?
come follow me, come follow me
Organized crime bosses depicted as marytars
Child care slaying underage baby aborters
Authorities do search and seize without court orders
Unlawful acts
sound, look and act the same
And I ain't dissin' you, just trying to raise a point
Cause the things you trying to do are burring out like a joint
[Chorus:
Hook
I show ya how to do it now hommie, 'cause its ok, got the spirit all over this music, put all of the guns away, I keep it gully for the streets
quit. If not for you, Lord, we won't spit. We do this for all the hip-hop heads, spit Christ cause He's life for all the hip-hop dead.
(Repeat Hook)
But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied
[Chorus]
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse, do you get the picture?
and the girlies goin' crazy
Vanilla's on the mike, man I'm not lazy
I'm lettin' my drug kick in
It controls my mouth and I begin
To just let it flow, let
But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied
[Chorus]
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse, do you get the picture?
something that all cats can feel
I'll let grace talk 'cause grace stalks the stray hearts
She's got something in store that's super like K-Marts
[Hook]
Do
a A + from getting high school
and how I do seems obscene to most
the green I toast, make you believe you seen a ghost
yo I smoke so much, I don't need no
feel alright
But I can't sleep at night
So I looked and found I didn't belong here
And what a thing to do to your life
So I though and made my own
started to use drugs
The devil he worked hard on me
But one day there was Jesus knocking on my door
Asking do you want to be a singer in my band
Ball til your days is up
This place is fucked, all type of AIDS and such
How they make it where you afraid to fuck
They gave us drugs then turned
until I make it to the pealy date
Feel pretty, king nicky do it for the city,
The spot got hot when they shut of the semi
Game is late with a straight
Man I'm kinda high
You said, who got beef ?
Do niggas take advice from these nasty freaks (yeah)
Did you see the cold steel ?
Homey that shit'll
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