I was always taught my do's and don'ts: For do's I did, and for don'ts, I said I won't.
I seen her in the subway, on my way to Brooklyn. "Hello, good lookin, is this seat tooken?" On the A Train, pickin at her brain, I couldn't get her number, I couldn't get her name. I said, "I still like your style and fashion, But I hate your hot sadiddy attitude wit a passion. Is it because brothers like to hawk a lot? Is it because your sign don't talk a lot?" She turned away, no play, I said, "OK, You don't really look good, I hope you have a bad day."
For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth. Try to disrespect, and get your ass played up like a Smurf.
Don't you like when the winter's gone, And all of a sudden it starts gettin' warm? The trees and the grass start lookin' fresh, And the sun and sky be lookin' their best.
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive. So the day some niggaz come for you, I'm really not surprised.
The poor get worked, the rich get richer, The world gets worse, do you get the picture? The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed, The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed. The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone, The old get stiff, the young get stepped on. Whoever told you that "it was all good" lied, So throw your fists up if you not satisfied.
I won't say I'm the baddest, or portray that role, But I'm in the top 2, and my father's gettin' old.
Truth had me up against the ropes And semi-conscious without no boxing skills.
There's so many wack rappers out here, I don't know where to aim at.
There ain't no time to be wasted, the world is going under... Nowadays, can't tell Fall from Spring, and Winter from Summer.
This country of ours was built on violence; If your ass got in the way, you was killed in silence. And these been the ways since back in the days: Just ask the Indians or the African slaves.
Some girls barely speak, but always askin' for a dollar.
Y'all really think Ms. Shakur, or Ms. Wallace, Or Ms. Mizell from out in Hollis Wouldn't exchange the love and fame Attached to their loved ones' names Just to have 'em still alive in their arms?
I call wild niggas together like Cyrus, And knock off more birds than the West Nile Virus.
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers.
...And Sunday's the one day I rest, give thanks, and bless.
Educated: no. Stupid: yes. And when I say "stupid," I mean stupid fresh.
I cannot stand no wack MC. So step back if you please, And don't test me, you're history.
They say the good die young, so the bad die old. Guess we somewhere in the middle, so just pray for my soul.
We speak the love language, they speak from pain and anguish. Some don't love theyselves, so they perception is tainted.
Yo, you don't think you're going under? I got a bullet with your name, your address, and your phone number.
I once caught a bid, I never hit skid, Never date a girl if the girl got a kid. Nahhh...papa's got a brand new bag And I never hit skinz once they sag.
Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly; They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly.
Ain't no love lost, cause there was never none there.
Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please...be on another level of planning, of understanding The bond between man and woman and child. The highest elevation, cause we above All that romance crap, just show your love.
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