Simpty is for them ass niggaz Talkin' lot, I spray dumpin' [Incomprehensible] niggaz talklin' shit, I straight rip 'em And niggaz know I equip when I whip them
Thangs change, everything has
You say how can I make these dirty Number one albums, back to If it was 1950, do you I'd sell, no They probably throw me to jail
I tell you life just ain't it used to be you and me, exclusively Everybody's changed, were our minds The government won't help 'cause they refuse to
A solution to the problems of the streets It's a shame what our are beginning to be Pregnant teenagers, young gun There ain't no love, there nothin' but anger
We don't go to church and can't in school Listen real to what I'm sayin' fool I know who went to school together Now all grown up, tryin' to kill each other
Shootouts in the playground is where it down But back in the days, we 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 Late at night, you see women freak Sex sale, that's why I pimpin'
I grew up in the 70s', somethin' like But I was in Cali not I could tell the world was going crazy But it really didn't happen the 80s'
With basin' and smokin' crack A lotta people learned not to joke with flooded, with homeless folks Whole families, lives gone up in
We're all related to a crack Sometimes I wake up in the mornin' and go back to bed there thinkin' 'bout things About the way change
How women used to like to wear clothes Now curse like men and dress like hoe's You supposed to be a virgin 'til you But teenage girls it normal to carry a baby
Babies babies Rappers like me always disrespectin' Wonder why it's like that, so do I But I just turn my and then I go get high
'Cause I get paid real good to bad about a bitch And you it, so don't be mad I got rich Ask your grandparents, is the same Man thangs
Everything changed, everything has change
There to be a time when old folks were respected Kids back was never accepted Get spanked and your mouth got out with soap But kids nowadays curse out old folks
you tell me I need to be a role model And get these off the 40ounce bottles But I'm not the one who made legal stores on every corner that's why we go
Buy and go get drunk support our kids, like no good punks And then they grow up to be hardcore 'em up, slang dope always pimpin' hoe's
I know its those that don't What I'm sayin' on the mic So baby, D you tell them what it's like
It's kinda hard up as a youngster I gotta deal with the roof I'm under Even though my moms got it My daddy away, now I'm stuck without a father
But have changed bro I never ever seen Santa Claus comin' through the But you what I always see I always see the white man the black man back G
And I even get in trouble for it And I don't see nothin' Always tryin' to beat the black man to Punk police tryna hide behind badge
Always arrest somebody All we gotta do is beat him with the Billy Here I come, I comin' my gun I'm shootin' in the police now what
I tell you life is too short for it to be that We gotta be leaders, can't the pack With all them fiends in the streets crack What you give life is what it you back
money in the ghetto ain't nothin' new But when you make the money gotta know to do Buy you a business or buy you a Just so the police wipe you out
I heard it in the streets, say you the man So try to help your and lend a helpin' hand Now what we do
We came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John I said we came to them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti Now run up and get gun up the black I'm hittin' blackjack like the casino when I mack
What you play like Al Pacino with this Type of style with the lyricist funk of hits [Incomprehensible] and the biscuits I Motherfuckers know I come and show me [Incomprehensible]
I don't really care, from the front or the Word to your mother I'm to smother and smear It's master all I intelligent Chain that I swing from the is irrelevant
For you motherfucker step up to the M I C I'm with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally G Malik and I freak it's obsolete My technique know I flow over beats
water, slaughter dick in yo daughter And my up in her jaws when she suckin' on my balls Yiggy y'all niggaz to ask somebody 'Cause I'm shootin' motherfuckers down the shotty
It's that motherfuckin' master It's, mister, mister, ghetto, ghetto