Relax and take note While I take totes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in choke Gun smoke gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor The rap slayer the hooker layer Muthafucka say your prayers (Hail Mary full of grace) Smack the bitch in her face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back Jab her if she act Funny wit the money Oh you got me mistakin honey I don't wanna rap ya I just want the paper The Visa capisha I'm out like the vapors Who's the one the call mister macho The head honcho Swift fist like camacho I got so Much style I should be down wit the stylistics Make up to break up Niggas need to wake up Smell the indonesia beat you to a ceasure Then fuck your mom hit them skins to amnesia She don't remember shit just the two hits Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clit Suckin on her tit Had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms ain't ugly love my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was humpin around and jumpin around Jacked her then I asked her who's the man She said B-I-G then I bust in her E-Y-E
Im quite content with the people i have.We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes "Get a job you fucking slob," is all he replies God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues Chorus Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll I'm the man you've been dreaming of." But 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her call And she swear, "God damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls." And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose Chorus I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORSI've seen a tough man cry I've seen a loser win And a sad man grin I heard an honest man lie I've seen the good side of bad And the downside of up And everything between I licked the silver spoon Drank from the golden cup And smoked the finest green I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple of times before I broke their heart You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start I knew this kid named Max who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs He liked to hang out late he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain You know it crumbles that way at least that's what they say when you play the game God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like...to have to loseMusic Video Codes provided by MySpace Video Codes
its bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hopOne thing bout music when it hit you feel no pain White folkes say it controls your brain I know betta than that thats game And we ready for dat two souldjas head of da pack Madda a fack who got the gat And where ma army at rather atact and not react Back the beats it dont reflect on how many records get sold On sex drugs and rock and roll Whether your projects put on hold In the real world, these just people wit ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disapear Again the real world Is bigger than all these fake records Where po folks got the millions and my womans disrespected If you check 1 2 my word of advise to you is just relax Just do what you got to do if that dont work then kick the facks If you a fighta rida bouta flaymadonna chronic sida Or you wanna just get high then just say it But then if you a lia lia pants on fia wolf cria agent wida Why im goina know it when i play itIts real hip hop, and it dont stop till we get the po po off the block
Can i kick it? to all the people who can quest like a tribe does Before this, did you really know what live was? Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug Afrocentric living is a big shrug A life filled with *horn* that's what i love A lower plateau is what we're above If you diss us, we won't even think of Will nipper the doggy give a big shove? This rhythm really fits like a snug glove Like a box of positives is a plus, love As the tribe flies high like a dove
You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatest Turn the music up in the headphones Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeahIf you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Crip niggas Blood niggas, ESE's, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Haitians Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin I'm low ridin homey, six trey Impala Gold D's spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on my LoLo, you stop breathin Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini Gang bangin is real, homey I'm livinproof Like Snoop Dogg C walkin on top of the devil's roof Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that Cause red strings in his converse, and this a Dre track Keep jibbin and jabbin I pull the thirty eight magnum And get the clickin and clackin your homeys wanna know what happened CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORSCome to Compton see Thriller like Mike Jackson I might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin Prior to rappin, I was drug traffickin In the dope spot playin John Madden Homey I ain't braggin, I took five You wanna die, run up on that Black seven forty fiveI edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
Yo, We at war We at war with terrorism, racism but most of all we at war with ourselves (Jesus Walks) God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down (Jesus Walks with me) with me with me with me I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so longTo the hustlas, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the strippers To the victims of Welfare for we living in hell here hell yeah Now hear ye hear ye want to see Thee more clearly I know he hear me when my feet get weary Cuz we're the almost nearly extinct We rappers are role models we rap we don't think I ain't here to argue about his facial features Or here to convert atheists into believers I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers The way Kathie Lee needed Regis that's the way yall need Jesus So here go my single dog radio needs this They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus That means guns, sex, lies, video tapes But if I talk about God my record won't get played Huh? Well let this take away from my spins Which will probably take away from my ends Then I hope this take away from my sins And bring the day that I'm dreaming about Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming outI edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4