Lyrics:
on they feet
I'm on the go like my lease is up And if you tell where I'm at I'm coming to beat you up
Easy call
I can handle all this shit by tonight
Now
And actin' a fool
I was that kid never doing
Good at
Nothing except for maybe
At P.E.
And I was that kid getting
Bullied by the
Filipinos rollin with
teeth, spray till every nigga's gone.
Got my block sewn, armored dope spots,
Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop.
Move like a king when I roll,
Well, it was punk-fifteen in the morning
And it was time
To stand my ground
And as the gawks and stares bombarded me
You know, I didn't even
name was charlie brown
When the kid is played out your rap record is finished
Deminish, you couldn't come strong if you ate a gang of spinish
Popeye, you
alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny
So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy
Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard, what?
Hit 'em
I got my vices
I got a thought that would be nice
I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice...pain!!
And that goes for all of you punks in
While others weighed drugs by the gram
I was contemplating Def Poetry Slam
But I was still young, just becoming a man
Y'all money hungry rappers may
a kick stand i'm the right mannnnn
With the right plannnnn
I got a jacket made from a fuckin' silk oat
Got silk goats bob Hope
Rap Game Barbie bitches
lungs and heads in space
Spin around and laugh and cry, let time pass us by
Teenage years are meant to waste
Uniforms of silk and lace
Will fall away
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
I'm down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
to hide
You're being chased through the woods by a murderous rapist
You know how it's gonna end, ever heard of Jason?
The terror your facin' gonna cost you
to hide
You're being chased through the woods by a murderous rapist
You know how it's gonna end, ever heard of Jason?
The terror your facin' gonna cost you
'cause we scorin'
If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffin
Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truth
Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in
sirvive, no way you could stay alive
FUCK YOU PUNK BITCH, listen to this last blast(gunshot)
Wrap you in a sheet cause I can't supply yo bodybag
??? and jay
Hey, here comes the funk of the future
And I can rock a rhyme from Perquorma to Hoover
The westside kid, quick to do a bid
Just watch me cock
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
violated everyday by the police
They take the kids, they rough 'em up, they throw 'em in jail
The judges are cold
Then they throw the kids in jail, they
the outlaw stridin' while suckers are hidin'
Jump behind the bush when they see me (us) driving
By, hangin' out the window
With my Magnum, takin' out some
the outlaw stridin' while suckers are hidin'
Jump behind the bush when they see me (us) driving
By, hangin' out the window
With my Magnum, takin' out some
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