Lyrics:
Everybody wanna play that tough guy
'Til them things come out and them shots fly
Say your last words homie and it's bye bye
You shouldn't have been
off
Feeling relaxed as my thing went soft
Never the measure, this is the pleasure
Are you gonna ride again?
[Charlie Brown]
Yo, never!
Never
said to do another fast
Rap to this beat so I said "Okay"
But I’ma speed it up real, real, real fast
‘Til the whole damn bottle is gone
And I’m
where I'm living
I feel I should try something different
Crime to be black
Proud like James brown
Big payback and I'm coming for my round
So much
so how the fuck I get clapped?
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That
don't love you
Six shooter tucked down by the abdomen
Tell tha thing get the click like an African
Better get 'em to the point like a javelin
Tryna keep
shame to see
You the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas it's the lane to be
Talkin' loud out of pocket tryna bang
along with the brown
Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me down
Jail is hell, but I'll adapt
Won't hesitate to get in a scrap.
Cause I'm down for
my shit's the fuckin' legittest
Coming through bustin down doors, here comes the storm
That's been brewing in my head since I was born
Run along if
As I mix Walk on By over Passin' Me By
Seem like everybody puffin' but I'm contact high
Off this fresh new wax, with the real brown sugars makin' eye
along and go do whatever it is you niggas think you doing
Go impress whoever it is you niggas think you fooling
I got real influence
We are not congruent
see realistically
Because skin that's white is really pink
So either you can't see or I can't think
Because skin that's black is really brown
But that
For real I came charged off the Staten Isle
I'm like three or four down twisted
Givin' away smoke
Sweatin' takin' off my coat
Money walked by all fly
dont have a cow
I dont wanna mistake you
If you wanna escape too come with me to this escape route
Believe what im saying and sing along and lets see
thing to me a ring with a big rock in it like I live under a rock
Music wave flows in my body makes me wanna dance like Chris Brown
Put down the brownies
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come along
on
The goddamn rent
Neither party is mine not the
Jackass or the elephant
Twenty thousand nig niggy nigas in the corner
Of the cell block but they come
From
any front give it up yeah
Keep it 102
No more fake it 'til you make it
Go along with groove
Keep it 102
Why so hard to keep it real
If you can keep
[Brown Boy:]
Girl, Right now I just feel like is not working out
So I think the best thing for me to do is to let you go
[Girl:]
If you love me you
on
The goddamn rent
Neither party is mine not the
Jackass or the elephant
Twnety thousand nig niggy nigas in the corner
Of the cell block but they come
From
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
and
It's a headlock when it come to that grip
You ain't never met a motherfucker done in that sick
I'm the best thing yet the I'm the best thing next
I
a brown man is gettin down and
To this funky sound and you'll check it out
Subroc's the sound man
I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo
Til comes
on, come on, come on, come on)
A nigga seen it, triple beam shit, brown and green mix
Fiend this, made for machines that kick
Blow ya speakers out,
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
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