Mr. Miyagi

All I ever did was teach folk in the community A place where ain't no lawyers, or ain't no 'munity Talked about animosity and how to keep it gutter Explain to in detail why you boys don't know my struggle It's that real deal shit from a real motherfucker My stomping ground make me a ill motherfucker Somebody say you might not like my music 'cause you might get burned from it Mr. Miyagi with this shit dope, you learned from it It's that murder man music, it's that nigga Boosie 30 chains on his neck, look at him, that nigga stupid He on parole but look around 'em, he got 22 toolies I trained 20 niggas, to bust them 20 umph I thought 'em how to sell, how to stack they mail When they slip and fell, I got 'em outta jail If that ain't real, what you call that? Came home got it all back My line busy nigga, call back Mr. Miyagi with this real shit Mr. Miyagi with this real shit Mr. Miyagi with this real shit Mr. Miyagi with this real shit I took niggas with no hustle, made 'em out a G Ran with niggas like Busta and Tommy Smee I took care of niggas, if I was sliding, they was sliding with me Wonder why a nigga couldn't sit and testify on me Fucking everything we did get up and lie on me And that ain't how I raised shit, Mr. Miyagi Fuck any nigga got my back, I know God got me They said I wasn't coming home, card watcher They say all my niggas looking like they got hard faces Mr. Miyagi, why the fuck you think they couldn't break? Something rouge, they was schooled by a mental patient 'Cause all they had was niggas brains on the dinner table If they ever ever ghetto, they look up to me Every baby just a letter, they won't fuck with me If you's a animal, use a lama, then I'm fucking me Wax on, wax off, Mr. Miyagi with this real shit Mr. Miyagi with this real shit Mr. Miyagi with this real shit Mr. Miyagi with this real shit