Music is life I in to fashion or ice I ain't into chain snatchin', ain't into a wife Fan supportin' don't ask him the price If you new you afford it, you better askin' advice Stick to the point if I ever had me a gas better hope I don't ever have me a light Meth, not the type for the pipe But the when you feel it you know I'm doing it right You I spit it but hate to love to admit it They criticizing the lyrics, everybody's a critic, look I push the limit rappers is pushing gimmicks I use it to push my pen and add it to the premise hook Yah, still about it and I still live it Underground without a shovel and still It's always been about the struggle, y'all didn't get it My hood trouble, if y'al don't live here then don't
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' in the rain I don't money, neck chills in the frost Make money, and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' in the rain I don't money, neck chills in the frost Make money, and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger
And do you the penalty for that? What The penalty is and there is no alternative
me bad Face emerge, blood in the Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the Shoot-outs, glides on the train ride Mafia's assassins, inside Fat man the pinky ring laughin' Movin' the static traffic The hoss, boss The Dragon His bald, enemies are mauled His hands are claws, lit, targets are hit His is fit with the largest tits Through the fog, sit over Nicaragua Scuba dig for lobster The zoo are tigers, pits, and The bets, Threats, Fools wires, shooters was hired
of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, chills in the frost money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Most of us pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the Make money, and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger
Like a Shaolin astoundin', grounds like mountains Bouncin', be the largest nigga, and ounces Well-rounded like cursive, my verses inertia Converge and surge, hurt and ya Philosophical, spit prodigal, son Known to bust a clip and swift kick at your opticals In a hot red tube I split particles, rift Punches hit with drifts, spark up the spliff Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner than You fantasize, real, couldn't show it more if I Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp MCs Earn mine, even give you niggas my sympathies Feelin' me? you feelin' me, you niggas feelin' heat Brave hearted, you leave departed Hawk's enemies Marvel, marvelous, my art is If you ain't the nicest, you a target,
We the first niggas did that. I don't a fuck what nobody say Alright bring it a little bit
Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, chills in the frost Make money, maintain and me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, chills in the frost money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger
Are you I don't necce? it's brutal. You to be punished Well, I'd to see you try that You think this is going to out? It isn't going to be quite so easy. He who will be killed. who kill will have to be killed Wh-what