Simpty is for them simp ass Talkin' lot, 'til I spray dumpin' [Incomprehensible] Whenever talklin' shit, I rip 'em And know I come equip when I whip them
change, everything has changed
You say how can I make these raps Number one albums, to back If it was 1950, do you I'd sell, no They throw me straight to jail
I tell you just ain't what it used to be you and me, exclusively Everybody's changed, losing our minds The government won't help they refuse to find
A solution to the problems of the streets a shame what our kids are beginning to be Pregnant teenagers, gun slangers There ain't no love, there ain't nothin' but
We don't go to and can't pray in school Listen close to what I'm sayin' fool I kids who went to school together Now they all grown up, tryin' to kill other
Shootouts in the playground is it goes down But back in the days, we rode the merry go And some little kid shoot me tonight And I used to wonder what the future be like
Curse on the TV and radio You see sex, turn it on HBO at night, you see women freak women Sex sale, that's why I pimpin'
I grew up in the 70s', somethin' Crooklyn But I was in Cali not I could tell the world was going crazy But it really happen 'til the 80s'
With basin' and smokin' crack A lotta learned not to joke with that flooded, with homeless folks Whole families, lives up in smoke
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 to wear decent clothes Now they curse like men and dress like You to be a virgin 'til you marry But girls find it normal to carry a baby
havin' babies Rappers me always disrespectin' ladies Wonder why it's that, well so do I But I just turn my back and I go get high
'Cause I get paid real good to talk bad a bitch And you it, so don't be mad I got rich Ask grandparents, is life the same Man thangs
Everything changed, everything has Thangs
There used to be a time when old were respected Kids back was never accepted Get spanked and your got washed out with soap But kids will 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 alcohol stores on every corner that's why we go
Buy and go get drunk Don't our kids, like no good punks And then they grow up to be criminals Shoot 'em up, dope always pimpin' hoe's
I its those that don't believe I'm sayin' on the mic right So baby, D won't you tell them what it's
It's kinda hard comin' up as a I deal with the roof that I'm under Even though my moms got it My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a
But times changed bro I never ever seen Claus comin' through the ghetto But you know what I see I always see the man robbin' the black man back G
And I don't even get in for it And I don't see forward Always to beat the black man to death Punk tryna hide behind your badge
Always tryin' arrest All we gotta do is him with the Billy club Here I come, I comin' my gun I'm shootin' in the head police now
I tell you is too short for it to be like that We gotta be leaders, follow the pack With all them in the streets smokin' crack What you give life is what it you back
'Cause money in the ain't nothin' new But when you make the gotta know what to do Buy you a or buy you a house Just so the police wipe you out
I it in the streets, they say you the man So try to your brothers and lend a helpin' hand Now we gone do
We came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody John Gotti I we came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti Now run up and get gun up the black I'm blackjack like the casino when I mack slap
What you wanna play like Al Pacino with Type of style with the this funk of hits [Incomprehensible] and the biscuits I Motherfuckers know I come and show me [Incomprehensible]
I really care, from the front or the rear Word to your mother I'm bout to smother and It's that all I intelligent Chain that I from the others is irrelevant
For you motherfucker step up to the M I C I'm down Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally G It's and I freak it's obsolete My technique motherfucker know I flow beats
Like water, dick in yo daughter And my up in her jaws when she suckin' on my balls Yiggy y'all best to ask somebody 'Cause I'm shootin' down with the shotty
that motherfuckin' master blaster It's, mister, mister, ghetto, bastard