Simpty is for them simp ass Talkin' lot, I spray dumpin' [Incomprehensible] niggaz Whenever talklin' shit, I rip 'em And niggaz know I come equip I whip them
Thangs change, everything has
You say how can I make these raps Number one albums, to back If it was 1950, do you I'd sell, no They probably me straight to jail
I tell you life just ain't what it to be you and me, exclusively Everybody's changed, were our minds The government won't help 'cause they refuse to
A solution to the problems of the inner It's a shame our kids are beginning to be Pregnant teenagers, gun slangers There ain't no love, there ain't nothin' but
We don't go to and can't pray in school Listen real close to what I'm sayin' I know who went to school together Now all grown up, tryin' to kill each other
Shootouts in the playground is it goes down But back in the days, we the merry go round And some little kid might me tonight And I always used to wonder what the future be
words on the TV and radio You see sex, turn it on HBO Late at night, you see women freak Sex sale, why I keep pimpin'
I grew up in the 70s', like Crooklyn But I was in Cali not I could tell the whole world was going But it didn't happen 'til the 80s'
With free basin' and smokin' A lotta people learned not to joke that Streets flooded, with folks Whole families, lives gone up in
all related to a crack head Sometimes I wake up in the mornin' and go back to bed Layin' there 'bout things the way life change
How women to like to wear decent clothes Now they curse like men and dress like You supposed to be a virgin you marry But girls find it normal to carry a baby
havin' babies Rappers like me always disrespectin' Wonder why it's that, well so do I But I just my back and then I go get high
'Cause I get paid good to talk bad about a bitch And you bought it, so be mad I got rich Ask grandparents, is life the same Man change
Everything changed, everything has change
There used to be a time when old folks respected Kids talkin' back was accepted Get spanked and your got washed out with soap But kids nowadays curse out old folks
you tell me I need to be a role model And get these babies off the bottles But I'm not the one who made legal Liquor stores on every that's why we go
Buy 40ounces and go get Don't support our kids, like no punks And they grow up to be hardcore criminals Shoot 'em up, slang always pimpin' hoe's
I know its those don't believe What I'm on the mic right So baby, D you tell them what it's like
It's kinda hard up as a youngster I gotta deal with the roof that I'm Even though my moms got it My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a
But have changed bro I never seen Santa Claus comin' through the ghetto But you know I always see I always see the white man the black man back G
And I don't get in trouble for it And I don't see nothin' Always tryin' to beat the man to death Punk police hide behind your badge
Always tryin' arrest All we gotta do is beat him with the Billy I come, I comin' with my gun I'm shootin' in the police now what
I tell you life is too for it to be like that We be leaders, can't follow the pack With all them in the streets smokin' crack you give life is what it gives you back
'Cause in the ghetto ain't nothin' new But when you make the gotta know what to do Buy you a or buy you a house so the police can't wipe you out
I heard it in the streets, say you the man So try to help brothers and lend a helpin' hand Now what we do
We came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody John Gotti I said we came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody John Gotti Now run up and get gun up the slack I'm hittin' blackjack like the casino I mack slap
What you wanna like Al Pacino with this Type of style with the lyricist this of hits [Incomprehensible] and the biscuits I Motherfuckers know I come down and show me
I don't really care, the front or the rear Word to your mother I'm to smother and smear It's that all I intelligent Chain I swing from the others is irrelevant
For you motherfucker just up to the M I C I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and G It's Malik and I freak obsolete My technique know I flow over beats
Like water, slaughter in yo daughter And my nuts up in her jaws when she on my balls Yiggy y'all niggaz to ask somebody 'Cause I'm shootin' motherfuckers down the shotty
It's that motherfuckin' master It's, mister, mister, ghetto, ghetto