I took my chances, but I did my dirt And my adivce to any nigga if you crime, then you do the works Its givin up and step the fuck back Cuz in this game you can fame You gotta start dumpin these niggas off your nut-sack Im just a nigga out the hood tryna have thangs When I got up on my feet and screamed the brand change And your excuse was that the money did came My excuse was that you was to blame Simple ??, got to show my homies love tho I just don't fuck around with niggas that I don't know And you can take that how you wanna take it Im from these motherfuckin streets, and the same rules apply in this game you never break it With my motherfucking luck, fallin over the craps And you niggas who wanna try to attack We steady dyin over dumb shit, And me im steady losin my sleep Cuz niggas aint familiar with the rules of the street, and its a
*Suicide, its a Suicide Suicide, its a Suicide its a, Suicide, its a Suicide Suicide, its a Suicide
To my niggas on the street cryin then (watch them haters) If im sittin on the side-line (get your paper) Too many niggas complaining pointin fingers at the problem Thats why I hate my baby momma im just a nigga from the very bottom skippin classes, throwin 8-balls into white powder tryna get it, while the motherfuckers gettin good wit possibilities of gettin out my neighborhood don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too But the only thing you do, is get your cream too Get your motherfucking cream fool Niggas aint know about the Ange and the Alicks First you get in, then you get out, you stuck in this game
* Repeat (x3)
Now when its over don't nobody cry Just enjoy while you live life, cuz everybody got to die When you see me i'll be hella high, beatin corners wit my top down Checkin out the chasers in the sky, Shootin paper clips at Jupiter The more I lie, its like im gettin stupider and stupider Tryna make the best, out of a fucked up desicion Im just a nigga with a vision, which is to get up, get out Gettin my props, tryna stay away from these bitches that jock dick And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it Thats just the way you gotta do it And these niggas here is really, dazed and don't give a fuck when you for real And you like it rough, nigga what, the fuck Know what im sayin is real, now back the fuck up for you get killed Cuz its a..
Thinkin bout money, money, money, plottin how to get me some (The fast dough) Cos see don't nothin move but the flow, really doe I kid you not, I'm real with dis Havin skrilla is the only way to deal with this If it ain't green, it ain't me, that's no goddamn lie Well show me big skrill and I will get live Give up the loochie, I need it in a major way Now gimme all (all), I gots ta have it (everyday) It's my world, the only mom, I'm stressed, that'll make you break you, if it's really real then I'll take you Shake you for the dollar bill let's see You're outta here (smoked on the fuckin concrete)
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - Got me crazy, skrilla got me gone Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me mad Cos skrilla gives me from riches to rags (motherfucker)
It ain't nuttin but the cash flow game How long can you last 'fore you're down to your very last change, nigga? (Money makes the world go round) Tell em again y'all (Money makes the world go round) (*My God*) Forty, fifty grand a night, that's what I'm seein as I'ma vin your own ass tonight, you know the meanin of a worldwide national? Big money gripper Baller, called a, million dollar nigga (uhh, who me?) Yes you (Could be, but who?)
Uhh, 350 bringin on in the weeks news And no I don't shoot, I swoop in my Coupe Skrilla for realla my nigga, so whatcha wanna do? Do you want to fuck around with my crew? Do you want to? Would do exactly what you did do Stay in you, don't have enough to attend to the menu So come and let me single, continue (everybody sayin) To make money money money, make money money money (yeah) Here go fat stacks if you can't take money nigga Take money money money, take money money money So can you please make the cheque out to the Facemob
Check it Now one, two, three to the fo', like rippin million dollars in my hand, tight Facemob rule number one thing (what?) Skrilla, nuttin but skrilla's the way to maintain Us both, have got to keep the skrill between us fo', as we proceed to make mo'
Really doe, from town to town we puts it down As I, hold it down, game tight, right
Now Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I know that you are mad at me To find out that it was your money (money) that I spent and now girl, it's all gone (It's what?) It's all gone
It's gone like riches to rags, dishes to bags of leftover ten and jam, can happen to any man Gots ta get money, money I gots ta get this shit right now so I can hop on the lot And we about to come up as we put the shit down Hold up, don't rush, cos I'm good ta gets mine If it wadn't for bad, I'd have no up than luck Smokin plank of man, who gives a motherfuck!!!! The bill collectors, they ring my phone Scam my wife when I'm not home Bitch I'm gone, tryin ta come back phat Facemob where ya at? (Right behind ya and we strapped)
Strapped with straps and all eyes on paper And most importantly you keep your mind on papin And you can have it all, if you can take your money pieces at a time but you can't take your pieces outta mine Big wine, it's all about the dollar sign I'm, flippin in the big Dawg, continental flyin Tryin to stack it to the ceilin on you home's Cos bitches got me cummin but skrilla got me goin
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me goin Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - bought me houses, skrilla bought me clothes Skrilla got me flippin in a Rolls
[Wyclef] Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love and I never knew my papi Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing don't worry, be happy Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree Lord
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Wyclef] Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher The teacher let them know that it ain't all good Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Wyclef] In my father's kingdom there are many mansions All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man
[Scarface] I've been kicked, I've been stabbed I've been shot, I've been ? by a Person that I thought I trusted, where I live It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playing tricks ?, to really ? Me out in five unless I take another hit I done seen the sun set on the other side of town Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down ? ? ? but I know I'm born dying Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan In this cold dark world with no patience We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Rah Digga] Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it Metal detectors replace music classes Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose Reality TV be reality for who I don't question what the Lord found in me I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us Now we got stars, how many will there be left of us
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
