Lyrics:
playin n yo ppl aint gone make it
Too real i aint got time to fake it
Too much pressure on a nigga i cant take it
Betta find you someone else
A problem wit
have to open
A school of emceeing, for those who want to be in
My field in court then again on second thought
To have emcees coming out sounding so
do what pays, cause that's all they know how
But hey now, the first lesson in life is to question what you were taught
Including your way of life, so
gon' do it, do it, do it, do it
(She represent Queens, I was raised out in Brooklyn)
Body language is the only talk he fluent in
He knew it was
caught me trippin’ in the house
She got the keys to the door
She caught me smashing on the couch
She ‘bout to put a nigga out
Put a nigga by the house
Saw
makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent
Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent
Breakin em up and then makin em take in the smell of my
and you'll you win Chihuahua
What can bring you joy Chihuahua
Ohh, Chihuahua
I'm driving in my car looking for a parking space
There it is my place, someone
like I'm being knocked out in the 10th round
Wow, Chris is stressed out, drowning in debt now
Downing my 10th round, down one of my best pals
I'm bout
punched
Smokin the za not the runtz
This what you want
Since i came in bitch they knew im the one
Im steppin margiela got gucci my sweater
She say she love
to floss your dollars
Like the hunger in another
Wouldn't make him act up
Like this food trippin
What he think this is
Yeah he slippin
Let's snatch that dip
by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was
family up in this motherfucker
Loyal to everything that we do
You ain't never gonna' catch none of us slippin' by ourself
'Cause we always together
You
There's this book coming out and they asked me to write, uh
Something about Woody
Uh, sort of like, what does Woody Guthrie mean to you?
In
Ratta to the motherfuckin' tat is how I stomp this
Much love for niggas that's sleepin up in the darkness
Cause I'm a crooked nigga 2 like Pac
I
of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is lethal
Leave the whole town hella smokey
like that band that steppin over dead people
It's like
steppin' outta line
Go ahead and get to tripping Ion play about mines
Told me that you from the bay, but I stay in Riverside
I'm a fly ass youngin, Ion need
Today I'm not myself
And you, you're someone else
And all these rules don't fit
And all that starts can quit
What a peculiar state, we're in
What
shit
That you see on TV
Steppin out the whip
Black trench in the rain
One short dude
Other big body frame
Left right left
Each step is the same
Focused
of the pain that I had got from my ex
Like when my friend was shot three times, while I was sleep in my bed
And she was out there hoein' 'round and givin' other
drillin' ya for ya shit
On the streets for the sixth time in and out for the crime
I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars and dimes
I'm slippin
she spinning
Searching lookin' for a man that's drinkin'
Slip somethin' in your drink, you're Bambi
That's how you get caught slippin'
Slippin' that
Eyes locked
Not in the screen
Of your phone
Contemplations
Of an image
Have hit the scrimmage
This gimmick
Is vintage
Watch my grimace
Cause I ain't
light's in sight when them run, but then once we warn ya
Caught ya slippin' up out of your game, playa
Wasteland soldier, see what we facin'
Chasin' po-po
(stunned out),
steppin up my spark and u know i gots to keep it 100 (stunned out)
feel up from head to toe in the spot or at the show (stunned out)
feelin'
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