Simpty is for them simp ass Talkin' lot, 'til I spray dumpin' niggaz Whenever shit, I straight rip 'em And niggaz know I come equip I whip them
Thangs change, everything has
You say how can I make these raps Number one albums, back to If it was 1950, do you I'd sell, no probably throw me straight to jail
I tell you life just ain't what it to be you and me, exclusively Everybody's changed, were our minds The government won't 'cause they refuse to find
A solution to the problems of the streets It's a shame what our are beginning to be teenagers, young gun slangers There ain't no love, there nothin' but anger
We don't go to and can't pray in school Listen real close to what I'm sayin' I know kids who went to together Now they all grown up, to kill each other
Shootouts in the is where it goes down But in the days, we rode the merry go round And some little kid shoot me tonight And I always used to wonder what the future be
Curse on the TV and radio You see sex, turn it on HBO at night, you see women freak women Sex sale, why I keep pimpin'
I grew up in the 70s', somethin' like But I was in not Brooklyn I could tell the whole world was going But it really didn't happen 'til the
With free basin' and crack A lotta people learned not to joke with Streets flooded, with folks Whole families, gone up in smoke
all related to a crack head Sometimes I wake up in the and wanna go back to bed Layin' there thinkin' 'bout About the way change
How women used to like to wear clothes Now they curse like men and dress hoe's You to be a virgin 'til you marry But teenage girls find it to carry a baby
Babies havin' Rappers like me disrespectin' ladies why it's like that, well so do I But I just turn my and then I go get high
'Cause I get paid real good to talk bad a bitch And you bought it, so don't be mad I got Ask your grandparents, is the same Man change
Everything changed, has changed change
There used to be a time old folks were respected Kids talkin' back was accepted Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with But kids nowadays curse out old folks
Then you me I need to be a role model And get these babies off the bottles But I'm not the one who made alcohol Liquor stores on every corner why we go
Buy 40ounces and go get support our kids, like no good punks And then they grow up to be hardcore 'em up, slang dope always pimpin' hoe's
I its those that don't believe What I'm sayin' on the mic So baby, D won't you tell what it's like
kinda hard comin' up as a youngster I gotta deal with the roof that I'm Even though my moms got it My daddy passed away, now I'm without a father
But times changed bro I never ever seen Santa Claus comin' the ghetto But you know I always see I always see the white man robbin' the black man G
And I even get in trouble for it And I don't see nothin' Always to beat the black man to death Punk police hide behind your badge
Always arrest somebody All we gotta do is beat him with the Billy Here I come, I with my gun I'm in the head police now what
I tell you is too short for it to be like that We gotta be leaders, can't the pack With all fiends in the streets smokin' crack What you life is what it gives you back
money in the ghetto ain't nothin' new But you make the money gotta know what to do Buy you a or buy you a house Just so the can't wipe you out
I heard it in the streets, say you the man So try to help your brothers and lend a helpin' Now what we do
We came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John I said we came to stack them bodies, everybody like John Gotti Now run up and get gun up the black I'm hittin' like the casino when I mack slap
What you play like Al Pacino with this Type of with the lyricist this funk of hits [Incomprehensible] and the I drop Motherfuckers know I down and show me [Incomprehensible]
I don't really care, the front or the rear to your mother I'm bout to smother and smear It's master all I intelligent Chain that I swing the others is irrelevant
For you motherfucker just up to the M I C I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and G It's Malik and I freak obsolete My technique motherfucker know I over beats
Like water, slaughter in yo daughter And my nuts up in her jaws when she on my balls Yiggy y'all niggaz best to ask 'Cause I'm motherfuckers down with the shotty
It's that motherfuckin' master It's, mister, mister, ghetto, ghetto