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We came from the distant land
Our lives already planned We came in ships from across the sea Never again home at sea And now we've become American fool With African Rules Don't be following no bull shit Cause bull shit will get you killed Real shit will get you killed But bull shit will get you killed for sure |
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| 2. |
| 3:32 |
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(Hook)
Walk Like a Warrior Walk Like a Warrior Walk Like a Warrior Walk Like a Warrior (M1) I was trained to defend myself for my brain and my mental health The white man got the wealth he held back We're living in hell black and niggaz can sell crack But that ain't gonna change this thang If you gonna bang, then bang for change, don't bang for crazy thangs If not don't bang If ya gonna ball play the game how it should be played Can you dribble a grenade? To save your life you payed the price, mama raised you right Now how you aint gonna fight? For the white man's laws hell naw For the cause, because we got to get what's ours Gotta struggle for the motherfucking power Cuz we're livin in the last few hours It's 11:59, I think it's bout time We get on the grind, and get out the carbine With freedom of mind we can see what we can find If you can spot 'em, pop pop pop the po-9 This is only a rhyme so now don't get scared Listen to the message in the word Don't let your sight get blurred, you heard this righteous words You might prefer it from a car mic Timeout, I didn't say bug out, ball out, bling out All ya'll sell-outs get the hell out This year it's RBG so bang on out Uh, we people army nigga bang on out (Hook) (Stic) Yo, Yo, what you know bout heart? Can't be the weak link in the squad Gotta look way deep in your heart Anything in the way gotta go straight through Take charge Can't hide from your flaws when you ride for the cause Cuz a nigga will pull your card Keep your guard up 24/7 on the street like you're doin hard time on the yard What you know about heart? Can you assemble your heat in the dark Take it apart, and clean all the parts? Life is a journey, a course, like learning a martial art You can't have partial heart Gotta get your own, if you drop the bone, dog, we all fall It ain't over til the problem solved Get your back up off the wall My niggaz is riders, we fighters, we tight as a fist RBG's up in this bitch, so bang on out If your khakis is saggin, you reppin your rag and you holdin the magnum Use it for freedom nigga, bang on out All my dirtiest dirtys, revolutionaries and visionaries Don't be no scaredy nigga, bang on out It's a war goin on in the streets, we hollerin fuck the police Ain't bout no peace, nigga, bang on out (Krayzie Bone) Me so you see fifty niggaz in all black fatigues My regime runnin down your street At the end of the block, we got the god damn cops And they hope we sink, tell me what you see I see (bang) buildings burning, motherfuckers trippin for a goddman purpose The police is nervous, cuz we done observed 'em Now niggaz is thinking about murder We ain't talking, no more, and we ain't squashin shit with po-po And we ain't marchin in the middle of the goddamn road Cuz Martin got smoked Niggaz ready for war, so get the fuck up, we fixin to set the city to fire This time when we ride we burnin it down, turn this shit 'round Keep your justice, your peace And keep blessin the heat, and that there crooked officer We won't stop blazin til they coughin up blood Wanna slang my baseball cap to the back and get busy, nigga You say you a soldier, well get over here nigga we under attack As soon as they done, they get gone Muder mo come, come, they done, me red rum, me red rum, they done And when we put 'em in they grave We toss in a donut, and tell 'em we don't surrender, surrender, naw (Hook) I ain't talkin bout no hustla I ain't talkin bout no gangsta I'm hollerin at them soldiers Revolutionary culture Bang on out |
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| 3. |
| 4:00 |
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There was an incident where a police had shot a black man in the back
and then went and plant a gun next to him and say that the guy draw a gun on him which they find out after the investigation that the guy didn't have no gun - The police had shot him in cold blood." Wake up nigga! Wake up nigga! Wake up wake up wake up! Backseat of the 'lac, big gat in my lap Ready for combat, feelin like Geronimo Pratt We had the windows cracked, headed up the strip Black rag in my hand, don't want no prints on the clip Hollow tips cuz we thugs with this shit my nigga This aint no game, we bang for yo hood my nigga I take a left at the light, turn off the headlights and ride real slow Now holla at me when you see the 5-0 Alrite Dirty, yall boys ready? Bout to turn drive-bys revolutionary *POW POW POW POW POW* YEAH MUTHAFUCKA YEAH! *POW POW POW POW POW* YEAH MUTHAFUCKA YEAH! Look at 'em run, too scared to pull they guns Outta shape from them coffees and them cinnamon buns This shit is fun, how I feel when the tables is turned Hollow tips hit yah flesh through yo vests and it burn That's a lesson you learn, comin strait from the slums And it don't stop till we get full freedom! DIE DIE DIE! Just when you thought it was safe Police kill a little boy last night They said it was a mistake But that won't bring back his life His momma couldn't believe That it could happen to her She prayed to God everyday Guess it just wasn't enough And this is a revolutionary salute, nah mean to the comrades, word, cuz this is real shit, this aint just stories you nahmsayin? People like Twyla Meyers Crazy {?}, Kunta Hari, Rushell McGee, Jalil Mutakeem, Hugo Yogipinell Herman Bell, {?} Shakur, Asana Shakur, Nahanda Abiodum, Russel Maroon Shokes, George Jackson, Tariq Haskins, Mutulu Shakur, Lenin {?}, Jonathan Jackson, Shanta {?}, Bunjy Carter, Albert Washington, {?} Uhuru, Eddie Conway, {?} {?}, The Black Liberation Army, Tupac Amaru Freedom Fighters, The Mau Mau, The Zapatistas, Black and Brown Power yeah long live all souljas UHURU! |
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| 4. |
| 2:07 |
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RBGs, RBGs, Nigga it's dat RBGs
RBGs, RBGs, Nigga it's dat RBGs Tell me are you down? when it's goin down You got to hold it down, don't talk it hold it down Tell me are you down? when it's goin down You got to hold it down, when it's goin down Have you ever had a lesson from a OG? From a nigga that's been in the war Been locked up longer than I been on the earth And his crime is defendin the poor And they can tell you bout death, tell you bout life But most of all they tell you bout sacrifice And they can tell if a woman aint with you when you down cuz she never really could be your wife What it mean to be D-O-W-N? Is ya homies still down when it's trouble you in? You wanna have a good time make it hot when the pigs come down on the block Would they fuck wit you then? Now you wanna get high wit me, organize wit me Start a clothes drive then maybe we can start a fire Where my RBGs? My guerillas wit a G-U-E Don't got a I-Ching homey get free Rule number 1: When we ride we follow the plan There's a role for every man With a chain of command even when the shit hit the fan Anything get outta hand we still stand To me bein down mean more than bein friends, or kin We comrades and struggle through any trouble Sacrifice my life in combat for ya So you know I gotta love ya, I'm down for my brothas and sistas, Fuck the system, bust ya pistols, nigga I'm with ya Just put a rag on ya face when you ride You don't want them satellites to take ya picture We gotta have a lot of discipline and it comes from within It's not somethin you pretend, homey A lot of niggas be talkin that shit When it really goes down they be gone with the wind, homey Can't be no coward, gotta get this power by any means Gotta know yaself and ya enemy when you puttin it down for ya family Can't tell by no tattoo, can't tell by no handshake It starts with the heart, bein down is an attitude Doin' what you gotta do, for the crew's sake My definition of a soulja, a Revolutionary, Military Minded, And ready for whatever, nigga Hope for the best and prepare for the worst Stay aware, be alert bomb first, no tear(?) Tell me are you down? when it's goin down You got to hold it down, don't talk it hold it down Homey tell me are you down? when it's goin down You got to hold it down, don't talk it hold it |
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| 5. |
| 4:12 |
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Fulton Street
Dean Street (click clack) President (uh huh) Nostrand Ave(DP's) Orange Ave (RPG's) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn Come on, Come on Sittin' in the living room on the flo' hunger pain got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain Nigga got two or three dollars to my name and my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing ready for a caper, steady plottin' for the paper we been livin' in the dark since April on the candle, gotta get a handle my homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page lemme tell you how we fiendin ta get paid we gon' order take out, when we see the driver we gon' stick the 25 up in his face, let's ride steppin' outside like warriors into the notorious southside one weapon to the four of us, hidin' in the corridor til' we see the dominoes car headlights white boy in the wrong place at the right time soon as the car door open up he mine we roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose by the look on his face he probly shitted in his clothes you know what this is a stick up gimme the dough, from the pick up you ran into the wrong niggas we runnin down the block hot with these stack of pizza boxes so we split up and met back at the apartment Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah, Hell yeah I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid let's go to the DMV and get a ID the name says you but the face is me now it's yo' turn take my paperwork like 1,2,3 let's make it work then fill out out the credit card application then it's gonna be about three weeks of waitin' for American Express, Discover card Platinum Visa Mastercard cuz when we was boostin shit we was targets now we just walk right up and say charge it to the game we rockin' brand names well known at department store chains even got the boys in the crew a few thangs Po Po never know who the true blame store after store ya' know we kept rollin' wait two weeks report the card stolen repeat the cycle like a laundrymat like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch comin' out the mall, with the shopping bags we can take 'em right back and get the cash yeah, get a friend and do it again damn right that's how we pay the rent Hell Yeah Got to get this paper I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind It's a daily struggle We all gotta hustle, this is the way we survive I know a caper We can get some government paper You know food stamps can we really do that Hell yea, right there for the taking Fuck welfare we say reparations And, uh, you know the grind Get up early get in the line and just wait Everybody on break that's part of the game And when they call your name Ms. CaseWorker let my state my claim I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless But I gotta eat regardless No family to run to I'm 22 Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do My sad story made her feel close to me I made her feel like it was an emergency When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah) Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day I find out how to pimp on the system Two steps ahead of the manager Getting over, on the regular, tax free money out of the register And when I'm working late nights stockin' boxes I'm creepin' their merchandise And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions Got me flippin' burgers with no power Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position I take mine off the top like a politician Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living I got mouths to feed dawg I gots to get it Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?) Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?) Hell yeah (your mamma need money and things my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah If you claimin gangsta Then bang on the system And show that you ready to ride Till we get our freedom We got to get over We steady on the grind (repeat) |
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| 6. |
| 4:03 |
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(intro sample vocals from "American Pimp")
So much shit goes on it makes me doubt about a God -- you know, makes me ask well if there is a God then why am I in the situation that I'm in? Or why is my family going through certain situations when I don't think that they deserve it nah mean? Or why do good people suffer so much and bad people prosper so much? (lighter sparking) Yo Goin out...we light this J up right here...for all the hard working folk cross this country, cross the world For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5, 8 to 12 -- you know how we do it Hand to hand, whateva... Yo, yo.. (Chorus - singing) I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show Like this world just don't want us to groooow I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show Wanna run up in tha white house and kick in tha do' ohhhhh (Verse 1) What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty? Work all week let the bossman pimp me? Can't pay no rent till the 15th Landlord call the police to evict me Lookin for a job in the want ads Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone ask Ever took a piss test that you didn't pass? In between jobs in the past? How you get cash? I done worked over hot ass stoves I done picked up trash off roads Winter time in the streets and the cold Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the flo' What you know bout bein' po' seein' most of yo kinfolk be on dope? Ain't nobody in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system and that's why we don't vote Still payin niggaz 4.25 - How the fuck we supposed to survive? I'm close to the edge, government takin most of my bread in taxes might as well have this close to my head Make a nigga wanna wild out runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! (Chorus) Puttin' on my uniform, just a number on a W-4 form.. (Verse 2) See where I'm from it's a few ways out either rappin or sports either dope or the casket You can work to the bone but don't put all yo eggs in one basket We don't never get a piece of the pie Work 50 years, retire then die Stay po', rich folks is the criminal but you don't wanna hear me tho' so thank God it's friday, ain't it what we live fo'? Nigga gotta get up out the plantation Same job that my pop had before me Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up situation Make a nigga wanna wild out runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! (Chorus) My J-O-Beeee is just like a plantation they owe meeee but got me fillin' out this application My J-O-Beeee is just like a plantation they owe meeee and got me fillin' out this application (song fades) |
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| 7. |
| 2:51 |
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Crank up yo speakas
To all my niggaz Every hustlin nigga Strugglin niggaz Revolutionary niggaz Gangbangin niggaz Chain gangin niggaz To ya freaky sick I refuse to be a stereotype in your box Never want to try to be somethin I'm not I'm just a nigga from the block, if you got it twist it Stay blowin on green, if you got it twist it on up DP's givin a fuck RBG'd up in some gangsta chucks Throw yo fist up homie if you know what's up All my comrades puttin in soldier work We rollin dirty wit it Fully dedicated So real that the radio will never play it But that's cool, the enemies supposed to hate it Freedom ain't gonna come till we regulate it That's why I'm in the dojo, not just for the video Really do, we really got beef with the popo Never know when they gonna put you in a choke hold This is for you new niggaz holdin for the radio Chorus: Turn off the radio Turn off that bull shit (repeat 3X) (telephone rings) People's Radio Yo hang up, that's police What's on the radio? Propaganda, mind control And turnin it on is like puttin on a blind fold Cause when you bringin it real you don't get rotation Unless you take over the station And yeah I know it's part of they plans To make us think it's all about party and dance And yo it might sound good when yo spittin you rap But in reality don't nobody live like that You wanna know what kinda nigga I am let me tell you bit the nigga I'm not I don't fuck with the cops Platinum don't me that it gotta be hot I ain't gotta love it even if they play it a lot You can hear it when you walk the streets How many people they reach How they use music to teach A radio program ain't a figure of speech Don't sleep, cause you could be a radio freq Chorus (telephone rings) People's Radio I gotta fat chain, I gotta fat whip, I gotta - Nigga get off that bull shit!!! Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin off the meter Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin fo the people (repeat) Freak freak y'all, to the beat y'all DP's dog, we gotta eat dog People's Radio, on the stereo For the ghettos and the barrios (repeat) Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin off the meter Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin fo the people Y'all gonna get black-balled Nigga what? Nigga get these black balls . . . in yo mouf |
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| 8. |
| 2:43 |
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(Verse 1)
How do it feel to be high without drugs? Some say it's the feelin of love for yourself I can't call it, I just threw up in the toilet And all my life I said I wasnt gonna be no alcoholic I'm flailin son, tryin to stay sober but the alcohol be callin son like a ghost So let's make a toast to my liver and my kidneys Pour out a little Henny here's to gout in your twenties Not many niggaz make it to 30 we ride dirty Breath stinkin, already drinkin, bright an' early (incomprehensible) smirnoff, gin and 8 ball Passed out on the bathroom floor with my clothes off Remember them mickeys? tall can't fit in ya dickies? Before they put them cameras up in the corna store We used to be so much fun when we was young Tryin to holler at somethin smellin like 151 Gettin thrown out the club on buzz I'm bout to get the gun, dog But I ain't even know where I was My nigga emae had to carry me home a many day It was Heineken, Becks, engays, and Eng They say alcoholism is in my DNA cause my pops liked to get fucked up the same way They say alcoholism is in my DNA cause my pops liked to get fucked up the same way (Verse 2) I got so fucked up last night I passed out assed out, man I couldn't even get to the house and I know I shouldnt been drinkin on an empty stomach but the flyer said 'open bar' I said fuck it went from vodka to rum, from rum to cognac and my body feel like ive been fightin in combat and I've been coughin up yellow shit, breakin a sweat I've been shakin like a leaf but thats just what I get for pourin my own poison and throwin it back and its not enough to just know better you gotta act I know I said that the last time but I was havin such a good time The liquor just took over my mind And I don't want to be a Gil Scott-Heron ya'll But when you livin in the bottle than a nigger stop caring Cause the ones who made that alcohol ain't my friend But the sad part is imma probably do it again. Goddamn. I used to have a thing for cognac, Nowadays I train for combat. Pour your own poison I used to have a thing for cognac, Nowadays I train for combat. |
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| 2:42 |
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Check this out
Coooh-Weee. (Coooh-Weee.) [Sound of dice being shaken.] All right, it's going down like this right here: you push, you pay. Know what I'm sayin', everything counts. The trip's, you pay double. Keep your back straight and count 'em out loud. Come on, come on. 50 in the crib, get big, get big, 50 in the crib, get big, get big, 50 in the crib, get big, get big On the palms, on the fingertips, on the wrists, on the fists (Cee-lo for push-ups.) 50 in the crib, get big, get big, 50 in the crib, get big, get big, 50 in the crib, get ribbed, get big On the palms, on the fingertips, on the wood, on the bricks (Cee-lo for push-ups.) Jumping rope, doing kicks, basic drills with the sticks. 50 push-ups in the clip, on the fists and the wrist, Getting swoll' on the block, lifting weights at the gym Take the kids to the park, do some techniques with them. Throw that hook, work that cross, stick-'n'-move, tap that jaw. Tiger claw, lion paw. Iron palm, can't be soft, life is hard on the block, put your heart on the spot. You gon' ride or your not? Bomb first, get the drop. (Cee-lo for push-ups.) Pay me. That's head crack, boy. That fever ain't got nuttin' on that. And stay away from them corners. 'n trace your burner, you heard me? Getting big with the clique, keep it tight, like a fist. Everybody hit the deck! Nigga, four-five-six! Add it up, hit the block. No shirt, tatt'ed up. Skinny niggas gettin' guts, sisters too. Get them knees up, ain't no girl-push-ups. RBGs fifty-fifty, let me see what you got. Nigga, don't just watch me, do 'em with me. You can do it, use your breath from your gut, not your chest, push 'em out, make 'em count, go all out, count 'em out, nigga. Oh! Four-five-six! Look at that, boy! Go together just like red, black and green. Boy, you lookin' at Fred, Huey, and George, right there. Word up, time to pay up. Put your muscle where your mouth is, get big. Count 'em out. 50 49 48 47 (Get big.) 46 45 44 43 (Get big.) 42 41 40 39 (Push 'em out.) 38 (Get big.) 37 (Get big.) 36 (Get big.) 35 (Get big.) 34 33 32 31 (Get big.) 30 29 28 27 (Get big.) 26 25 24 23 (Push 'em out.) 22 (Get big.) 21 (Get big.) 20 19 18 17 16 18 (Get big.) 14 13 12 11 (Get big.) 10 9 8 7 (Push 'em out.) 6 (Get big.) 5 (Get big.) 4 (Get big.) 3 (Get big.) 2 1 All day. It's in the mind. |
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| 2:57 |
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(Verse 1)
What you know about the running, the stretching The katas, the weapons The path, the journey The jewels, the learning The fear, the focus The aches, the pains The contact sparrin', the breaks, the sprains The trial and error, the ranks, and belts The spiritual growth, the science of breath The tests, the techniques The forms, the stances The flow, the rhythm, the internal answers The herbs, the healing, the quiet meditation The truths reveal through daily dedication The love for the art, the sweat on your shirt The mind, the body, and the spirit at work The feelings of failure, the hope to succeed The battles of questions like "Should I smoke weed?" (Verse 2) The water, the thirst The cleansing, the blessings The flash of insight, the teachings, the lessons The grappling and locking, trapping and boxing The training and slacking The starting and stopping And stayin' committed, when your homies ain't with it The hours of practice after the class is finished The cause of your ignorance, flaws in your discipline Broken laws of nutrition, and poor condition and The vitamins and supplements Salves and ointments The tinctures, pulled joints and doctor appointments The dues, the pads, the wraps, the gloves The mouthpiece you left home, the taste of your own blood The hunger, the blocks The punches, the squats The crunches, the example you set for the youngsters The will, the skills, to kill or to heal The separation between what's fake and what's real The laws of physics, The class "comradery" The vows of humility, the bow, the courtesy. *guitar plays* (Sample) Self defense doesn't mean you run and attack someone But you do have the right to defend yourself by any means necessary If you in that position to defend yourself (Ha!) |
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| 2:06 |
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(Intro)
For my dogs in the pen, my niggaz hold ya head For my dirties on the block, come up any way you can For my homies in the street game, trying to get ahead For homeless people sleeping on the sidewalks for beds To the babies, born already on dope Straight to his veins from the coast guard boat (Verse - M1) Baby daddies and if you late you cant participate Baby mommas, I know what you going through. So sorry to disappoint you Ghetto children your'e the spark, your'e the energy, your'e the heart To the gran-ma's, your'e the glue cuz you know things fall apart To the PP's, the P-O-W's, M-I-A's To to A-R's, to the H-K's, to the M-1's, to the A-K's To the comrades on the grind Let me see who comes to mind To my clic, to stic, Oh yeah I cant forget What up Tahim, What up Abu What up Common what up Badu Jermaine, Dem, and Dee-Don We bout to get our freedom That's our F-R-double E-Dom In case you did't hear me, hear me, hear me |
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| 4:19 |
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Fulton Street
Dean Street (click clack) President (uh huh) Nostrand Ave(DP's) Orange Ave (RPG's) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn Come on, Come on Sittin' in the living room on the flo' hunger pain got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain Nigga got two or three dollars to my name and my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing ready for a caper, steady plottin' for the paper we been livin' in the dark since April on the candle, gotta get a handle my homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page lemme tell you how we fiendin ta get paid we gon' order take out, when we see the driver we gon' stick the 25 up in his face, let's ride steppin' outside like warriors into the notorious southside one weapon to the four of us, hidin' in the corridor til' we see the dominoes car headlights white boy in the wrong place at the right time soon as the car door open up he mine we roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose by the look on his face he probly shitted in his clothes you know what this is a stick up gimme the dough, from the pick up you ran into the wrong niggas we runnin down the block hot with these stack of pizza boxes so we split up and met back at the apartment Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah, Hell yeah I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid let's go to the DMV and get a ID the name says you but the face is me now it's yo' turn take my paperwork like 1,2,3 let's make it work then fill out out the credit card application then it's gonna be about three weeks of waitin' for American Express, Discover card Platinum Visa Mastercard cuz when we was boostin shit we was targets now we just walk right up and say charge it to the game we rockin' brand names well known at department store chains even got the boys in the crew a few thangs Po Po never know who the true blame store after store ya' know we kept rollin' wait two weeks report the card stolen repeat the cycle like a laundrymat like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch comin' out the mall, with the shopping bags we can take 'em right back and get the cash yeah, get a friend and do it again damn right that's how we pay the rent Hell Yeah Got to get this paper I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind It's a daily struggle We all gotta hustle, this is the way we survive I know a caper We can get some government paper You know food stamps can we really do that Hell yea, right there for the taking Fuck welfare we say reparations And, uh, you know the grind Get up early get in the line and just wait Everybody on break that's part of the game And when they call your name Ms. CaseWorker let my state my claim I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless But I gotta eat regardless No family to run to I'm 22 Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do My sad story made her feel close to me I made her feel like it was an emergency When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah) Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day I find out how to pimp on the system Two steps ahead of the manager Getting over, on the regular, tax free money out of the register And when I'm working late nights stockin' boxes I'm creepin' their merchandise And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions Got me flippin' burgers with no power Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position I take mine off the top like a politician Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living I got mouths to feed dawg I gots to get it Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?) Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?) Hell yeah (your mamma need money and things my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah If you claimin gangsta Then bang on the system And show that you ready to ride Till we get our freedom We got to get over We steady on the grind (repeat) |
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We together on the same track now, baby! Whatchu gon call us now?! Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack) Prezident (uh huh) nostril out (DP's) (Marcy) Orange Al (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn, Come on, Come on Sittin' in the living room on the floor Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit But I'm a maintain Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper We been living in the dark since April On the candle, gotta get a handle My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver We gonna stick the 25 up in his face Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors Head to the notorious Southside One weapon to the four of us Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights White boy in the wrong place at the right time Soon as the car door open up he mine We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes You know what this is, it's a stic up Gimme the do' from your pickups You ran into the wrong niggaz We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes So we split up and met back at the apartment Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah, Hell yeah I know a way we can get paid You can get down but you |
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