Talking: the feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle
Of the night and somebody in yo room. yo heart starts beating so fast
You can hear it pumping. the veins in yo temple pulsate as you stare at
The intruder. then after a few minutes you realize he ainand't moving. so
Finally you let and'em hang and turn on the light and the killer turns into
Yo coat throwed over the chair.
The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or
Three motherfuckers cross the street. yo senses heighten, reflexes
Sharpen visionand's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
Street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
Rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these niggas just
Goinand' to the store.
Many of us mistake phobia for true fear. whereas fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. phobia are obstacles strategically
Placed in society by opposers of positive existence. through
Stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification theyand'll
Turn your fear switch to a permanent on. we can change this by changing
The small truth withinand' the lie. death is a small price to pay for
Respect. death is a small price to pay for respect. you know who it is.
You know what it is. peace out.
Verse 1: andre
In these troublinand' times
A nigga like me be thinkinand' of rhymes
That makes my quarters nickels
Plus my pennies and my dimes stack
Donand't be lookinand' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other cheek
I understand but never mind that
Yes sir guess the light is getting dim
At the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my rims
I never thought thirty spokes
Could attract too much attention
I gotta protect my own therefore
Iand'm heated just like a kitchen
Full of pots and pan glocks in hand
Shots rung out like ringinand' the bells
And then that sucker nigga ran
Damn, i never thought that it
Would come to this conclusion
The folks that throwed us
On them boats should be the oneand's iand'm losinand'
But naw we donand't see it that way
In and'94 this is the real no time for play play
Betta believe the playas on the loot
Need to get they head screwed on tight
When it really get down to the nitty grit
Who gone fight pipe down
and'cause ainand't no better time
To crank it up than right now
We gots to see rump crum down here
And i donand't hear nobody disagreeinand'
Orga-no-i-z-e-mr. d.j. and me and big boi
Chorus
So donand't spend yo whole life
Livinand' it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
You choose to live it right
You takinand' yo ass to the army
and'cause you scared of revolution
Iand'm writing everyday to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my chest
Iand'm 18 years of age and black so i can picture less
Iand'm smokinand' and drinkinand' eand'ryday
So play your fuckinand' job
Educated and black i will resort to rob
Verse 2: big boi
See why in the muthafuck
Do niggas be acting up
Do they want me to grab my shit
And lettinand' that pistol go ruck
See i be gettinand' stuck and stuff
Havinand' to knock a nigga out about my clout
Thatand's not what itand's about
See yes indeed i got that weed
Like daddy q be havinand' them ounces
That nigga the b-i-g be chokinand' and'em out
And then i bounces
I got that lyrical flow to make
A hoe pull up her skirt
I drunk that herk and jerk boi
Thinkinand' of future things to work on
I got my fuck on and
Then i took my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the sink
And then i got more nuts off
Cough itand's time to be out
See beinand' a pimp is beinand' a pimp
Iand'm dirtier than the shit
On the back of a shrimp
Now ainand't that foul
The way a nigga can spit that style
My nigga i spit it i did it
Now suckas need to quit it
and'cause itand's real
Chorus
Verse 3: big boi
Well itand's that nigga that be
Wearing nautica v-necks
And polo sweats
I got some food up in yo thoughts
And that cess off in yo chest
See livinand' up in the dungeon
Where we stayed in and'93
See that nigga the b-i-g b-o-i
That be me
And when we rock it
Niggas be jocking just like ?
You snitch i fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas gand'd that hoe
On the south side of camelton road
No slippinand' in this pimpinand'
She was just a horny toad
See iand'm a mystery like the
Killing of michael jordanand's father
Was steadily packinand' the hoes
When i worked at foot locker
Iand'm gettinand' higher than learning
Smokinand' and'em up and then burning
East point is on the map
And now my clothes is hurtinand'
Andre:
Now shit done got boring ass
Molinand' when excess closed down
But niggaz kept sewinand' shearinand'
Stirrinand' beinand' the pharm assistant that missed
Of the folks but some people
Tend to joke about this
But itand's really dead spirits
You can bet my lyrics
Now ya wonder why that we
Done stopped and got serious
Wantinand' to know where iand'm from
And where i need to be
Now that i know comfortable
Living give me meat
Can i get back ya wonder why we split back
Lure us into pitch black dark
But i sit back and spark
Another one to leave ya discombobulated
In that dust livinand' in a world
Where in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a major trade
But us in major trouble
and'cause we made a too many mistakes
Off in the past
Thinkinand' you could make it this world
And now we laugh and'cause itand's all faults (chorus starts here)
Either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind
Chorus repeat (last line is changed to:
Iand'm hanginand' with the g-o-o-d-i-e mob nigga yeah
Takinand' you a liand'l higher knowwhatiand'msayinand' when you learninand' when you
Burninand' up that smoke so you can choke on my quotes
And get my * down yo throat you just donand't understand
Youknowwhatiand'msayinand' organized noize for and'95 bitch!
