I took my chances, but I did my dirt And my adivce to any nigga if you crime, then you do the works Its givin up and step the fuck back Cuz in this game you can fame You gotta start dumpin these niggas off your nut-sack Im just a nigga out the hood tryna have thangs When I got up on my feet and screamed the brand change And your excuse was that the money did came My excuse was that you was to blame Simple ??, got to show my homies love tho I just don't fuck around with niggas that I don't know And you can take that how you wanna take it Im from these motherfuckin streets, and the same rules apply in this game you never break it With my motherfucking luck, fallin over the craps And you niggas who wanna try to attack We steady dyin over dumb shit, And me im steady losin my sleep Cuz niggas aint familiar with the rules of the street, and its a
*Suicide, its a Suicide Suicide, its a Suicide its a, Suicide, its a Suicide Suicide, its a Suicide
To my niggas on the street cryin then (watch them haters) If im sittin on the side-line (get your paper) Too many niggas complaining pointin fingers at the problem Thats why I hate my baby momma im just a nigga from the very bottom skippin classes, throwin 8-balls into white powder tryna get it, while the motherfuckers gettin good wit possibilities of gettin out my neighborhood don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too But the only thing you do, is get your cream too Get your motherfucking cream fool Niggas aint know about the Ange and the Alicks First you get in, then you get out, you stuck in this game
* Repeat (x3)
Now when its over don't nobody cry Just enjoy while you live life, cuz everybody got to die When you see me i'll be hella high, beatin corners wit my top down Checkin out the chasers in the sky, Shootin paper clips at Jupiter The more I lie, its like im gettin stupider and stupider Tryna make the best, out of a fucked up desicion Im just a nigga with a vision, which is to get up, get out Gettin my props, tryna stay away from these bitches that jock dick And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it Thats just the way you gotta do it And these niggas here is really, dazed and don't give a fuck when you for real And you like it rough, nigga what, the fuck Know what im sayin is real, now back the fuck up for you get killed Cuz its a..
Thinkin bout money, money, money, plottin how to get me some (The fast dough) Cos see don't nothin move but the flow, really doe I kid you not, I'm real with dis Havin skrilla is the only way to deal with this If it ain't green, it ain't me, that's no goddamn lie Well show me big skrill and I will get live Give up the loochie, I need it in a major way Now gimme all (all), I gots ta have it (everyday) It's my world, the only mom, I'm stressed, that'll make you break you, if it's really real then I'll take you Shake you for the dollar bill let's see You're outta here (smoked on the fuckin concrete)
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - Got me crazy, skrilla got me gone Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me mad Cos skrilla gives me from riches to rags (motherfucker)
It ain't nuttin but the cash flow game How long can you last 'fore you're down to your very last change, nigga? (Money makes the world go round) Tell em again y'all (Money makes the world go round) (*My God*) Forty, fifty grand a night, that's what I'm seein as I'ma vin your own ass tonight, you know the meanin of a worldwide national? Big money gripper Baller, called a, million dollar nigga (uhh, who me?) Yes you (Could be, but who?)
Uhh, 350 bringin on in the weeks news And no I don't shoot, I swoop in my Coupe Skrilla for realla my nigga, so whatcha wanna do? Do you want to fuck around with my crew? Do you want to? Would do exactly what you did do Stay in you, don't have enough to attend to the menu So come and let me single, continue (everybody sayin) To make money money money, make money money money (yeah) Here go fat stacks if you can't take money nigga Take money money money, take money money money So can you please make the cheque out to the Facemob
Check it Now one, two, three to the fo', like rippin million dollars in my hand, tight Facemob rule number one thing (what?) Skrilla, nuttin but skrilla's the way to maintain Us both, have got to keep the skrill between us fo', as we proceed to make mo'
Really doe, from town to town we puts it down As I, hold it down, game tight, right
Now Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I know that you are mad at me To find out that it was your money (money) that I spent and now girl, it's all gone (It's what?) It's all gone
It's gone like riches to rags, dishes to bags of leftover ten and jam, can happen to any man Gots ta get money, money I gots ta get this shit right now so I can hop on the lot And we about to come up as we put the shit down Hold up, don't rush, cos I'm good ta gets mine If it wadn't for bad, I'd have no up than luck Smokin plank of man, who gives a motherfuck!!!! The bill collectors, they ring my phone Scam my wife when I'm not home Bitch I'm gone, tryin ta come back phat Facemob where ya at? (Right behind ya and we strapped)
Strapped with straps and all eyes on paper And most importantly you keep your mind on papin And you can have it all, if you can take your money pieces at a time but you can't take your pieces outta mine Big wine, it's all about the dollar sign I'm, flippin in the big Dawg, continental flyin Tryin to stack it to the ceilin on you home's Cos bitches got me cummin but skrilla got me goin
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me goin Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - bought me houses, skrilla bought me clothes Skrilla got me flippin in a Rolls
[Wyclef] Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love and I never knew my papi Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing don't worry, be happy Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree Lord
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Wyclef] Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher The teacher let them know that it ain't all good Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Wyclef] In my father's kingdom there are many mansions All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man
[Scarface] I've been kicked, I've been stabbed I've been shot, I've been ? by a Person that I thought I trusted, where I live It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playing tricks ?, to really ? Me out in five unless I take another hit I done seen the sun set on the other side of town Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down ? ? ? but I know I'm born dying Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan In this cold dark world with no patience We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Rah Digga] Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it Metal detectors replace music classes Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose Reality TV be reality for who I don't question what the Lord found in me I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us Now we got stars, how many will there be left of us
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions] Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin'
[Intro: Bun talking over sample] Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin'
[Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow) They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know) I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf) Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire) Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire) Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real) Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey) Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me) I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'
[Scarface] I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold
[Young Jeezy] Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma… Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA) You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA) U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA) You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN) G.A. niggaz you know they already… Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)
One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?) Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN) Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA) Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA) Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT) I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE) Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA) Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA) You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE) Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA) I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA) See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE) A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin' I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)
It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag
Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools
Ski mask you come up to where you lay at Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names
You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here
It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say Fuck what video do, but this is all day
Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like 'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is I was bred born and raised in this true shit
Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish
A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that
Aight, let's get serious Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes
It's on if you got beef You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha
While your label only behind you greasin' his dick Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked
Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe" I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth
Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody
Bust him in the ass 'til he's still I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin' Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn
Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya
Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish
A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that
She don't want to be with me no mo' Ain't her fault she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know Whether to, throw in the towel or if he gon' grow And if he do, where is he gon' go? Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried When he told me that his girl just died Right out of the blue, breast cancer, wasn't nothin' to do Now I'm sittin' here and thinkin' of you Tryin' to come to amends, cause really I done wanted you in You the only one I trust as a friend I know I'm on my last leg limpin' with this bullshit written But I still gotta bring it to light Spent half of a lifetime missin' cause I would not listen Confused about my wrong and my rights They tellin' me that time heals wounds though This wound gon' need some stitches; I got testimony for niggaz You doin' what you do but when the shoe gets flipped Standin' on the other foot got your boots and shit When you back up and analyze, fix shit and finalize Before you leave the shit alone just try Maybe there's somethin' you can do to rectify what's did And plus you gotta think of the kids That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die At least that I can say that I tried
[Chorus] Cause I tried, I tried to do the best I could Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough Cause when it's over, said shit done You sittin' by yourself mixed up But I tried, I tried to do the best I could Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough Cause when it's over, said shit done You sittin' by yourself mixed up, but I tried
Faster than a crackhead, can pawn yo' shit Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet Since fifth grade, I been up in these streets, tryin' to get it Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers I used to think she didn't love us Cause she beat us so much, plus she came home drunk But every now and then she'd knock on wood, and say I tried to do the best that I could - and I believe her Cause she was treated evil out the box You can't get what you ain't got Momma I was young, hittin' licks, started helpin' you out 'Bout the closest that you came to a man of the house I was talkin' back, walkin' through the do' gettin' smacked You used to brag to your friends on how, well I rapped We never really got along but when you took sick I was at your side 'til you died I wasn't the best son but I tried
[Chorus]
I've always been crook, never given up But the past few years has been really rough Felt like givin' up a couple of times Take a jump or plant a slug deep, up in my mind Fuck it I'm dyin', done wit strugglin' for mine Sleepin' on fans, knowin' there ain't no use to me lyin Change my name for anonymity's sake But a four feet dwarf that be on television's hard to miss I get pissed over little shit, little shit drive me crazy Then I start thinkin' 'bout my babies I can't go to jail, I can't die Who better to teach 'em 'bout this cruel world than I? Their mommas won't let me see 'em, I still pay my support Cause once you give life, life is bigger than yours Maybe I'm not all you expect me to be But when it's done and said ultimately, daddy tried
Man, motherfuckers just Follow a nigga around dude That's real, some shit though Fuck these feds Redneck, racists mother fuckers
Verse: I don't wanna run (run) no more but I know that if I stop I'll be another nigga headed to heaven hangin with Pac These mother fuckers look at me like slanger Makin threats to my family dawg I'm in danger Who do you call when these agents want you dead And they hit these Penitentiaries and niggas make a pledge So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments Caught up on the phone talkin prices (hello) 25 to life's the mandatory minimal My whole community gets treated like they're criminals Why are them bitches gettin mother fuckers hung Got a C.I on the inside and everybody sung Mothers and fathers separated from their sons Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue If it's yours say it's yours, take the case and do your time If he was out there gettin money from it e'rything be fine Now you're cryin in your jail cell stressin on the case And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul You in question of your manhood homie, keep the Code
Chorus: (2x) We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood
Verse: See I be on some street shit don't talk to police I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see If I got shit to day about a nigga case I'm a mother fuckin nigga through and through I aint gay Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25 Sat it out on a pill and gave him back that time A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same Told a cracker tell ya mammy suck his dick as he Rick James (hahaha) Aint no mother fuckin game we've been livin this for real When the government is workin real niggas never squeal Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse Yeah you rappin but the homie Lil Pots can't get out Niggas they hit the pen the get charged and get out On a rule, 35, he aint bought it for the cops You can hear it in his voice, I'd listen to the tapes Now you showin up in court, testifyin for the state
Chorus: (2x) We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood
Verse: I'm knowin all the scams, all the tricks to the trade Know a nigga try to get clean and you get in the way Know a nigga try to get green and you stick out the bait Cuz a nigga like a dope fiend can't rehabilitate Still we stickin to the G Code we playin by the rules We don't fuck around with new niggas cuz new niggas is fools We don't photograph the homies that'll catch a nigga up Only piture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked Only connect the real, stayin down with the true I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few But there's a thousand mother fuckers in the pen bulletproof So this one here for you, I'ma rep it till I die Fucker 5.K.1. check his P.S.I Send his ass to the top if he say he sit it home He a mother fuckin snitch, snitchin niggas need a song
Chorus: (2x) We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood
You know what? I'm destined to be the last man standin' Carefully mappin' my escape through plannin' Come in and get it, and leave here with it Makin' fo' sho' that I'll be free when I hit
It's like a dope man's lotto, the dope man follows The rule here is simple and this is my motto To get it how you get it homey, Marciealago Get you a house built keep you a dollar though
'Cause when it's over it's over, no cheese to borrow You fuck around, get indicted, ain't no tomorrows My homey locked up, been six years tight But six years is nothin', 'cause this kid's life
Is off in a cage for the rest of his days A price that he paid for the mistake he made So I'm more focused 'cause my lifestyle's bogus I got to get out 'cause this fast life's over
You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win
You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win
They say, "The ends justifies the means" So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams The reason he stacks his paper just to buy it clean
Two thousand and six with shoes the size of me But in the end he wasn't really what he tried to be I'd never let no war justify me I question how hard some of these cats really be
'Cause real niggaz don't speak, our actions talk more Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board I do this for all the real niggaz that smoke trees The hustlers, players, pimps, and OG's
For the up-and-comin' cats to the old schoolers The ones that remember private stock and Calvin Coolidge It's a struggle to make it, keep pushin' See how far you can take it, two eye or one eye navigate it what
You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win
You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find the peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win
I know this cocksucker pullin' me over because of my skin But the secret is to win, so I hold it in I'm yes sir'n, no sir'n, but when he pull off he diss A motherfuckin', dick-suckin', redneck son of a bitch
All it takes is one pussy who ain't gettin' none To catch you on a dark street, and put you to sleep Dude was one deep, at the sto', he said, "I ain't no ho" Got clapped in the back of his 'fro
It didn't have to go like that, believe me Mister Someday, niggaz gon' respect these pistols Play the safe, get out the way, when a fool got the ups Pride'll get a motherfucker shot in the guts
And remember this before you grown, and the day that you gone Greed it don't last too long The secret is to win, jump out the game and have money for life Not to stick around 'til you lose all your shit to the vice
You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win
You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win
