Simpty is for them ass niggaz Talkin' lot, 'til I dumpin' [Incomprehensible] niggaz Whenever shit, I straight rip 'em And niggaz know I come equip I whip them
change, everything has changed
You say how can I make these dirty Number one albums, back to If it was 1950, do you I'd sell, no probably throw me straight to jail
I tell you life just ain't what it to be Between you and me, Everybody's changed, were our minds The government help 'cause they refuse to find
A solution to the of the inner streets It's a what our kids are beginning to be teenagers, young gun slangers There no love, there ain't nothin' but anger
We don't go to church and can't pray in Listen real to what I'm sayin' fool I know kids who to school together Now they all grown up, to kill each other
Shootouts in the playground is where it down But back in the days, we rode the merry go And some little kid shoot me tonight And I always used to wonder what the be like
Curse on the TV and radio You wanna see sex, it on HBO at night, you see women freak women Sex sale, that's why I keep
I grew up in the 70s', like Crooklyn But I was in Cali not I could tell the whole world was going But it really didn't happen the 80s'
free basin' and smokin' crack A lotta people not to joke with that Streets flooded, with homeless families, lives gone up in smoke
We're all related to a head Sometimes I wake up in the mornin' and go back to bed Layin' thinkin' 'bout things the way life change
How women used to like to decent clothes Now they curse like men and like hoe's You to be a virgin 'til you marry But teenage girls find it normal to a baby
havin' babies Rappers like me always ladies why it's like that, well so do I But I just turn my back and I go get high
'Cause I get real good to talk bad about a bitch And you it, so don't be mad I got rich Ask your grandparents, is the same Man thangs
Everything changed, has changed Thangs
used to be a time when old folks were respected Kids talkin' back was never Get spanked and your got washed out with soap But kids nowadays curse out old folks
Then you tell me I to be a role model And get these babies off the 40ounce But I'm not the one who made legal stores on every corner that's why we go
Buy 40ounces and go get Don't support our kids, like no good And then they grow up to be criminals 'em up, slang dope always pimpin' hoe's
I know its those that believe What I'm on the mic right So baby, D won't you them what it's like
kinda hard comin' up as a youngster I deal with the roof that I'm under though my moms got it hard My daddy passed away, now I'm without a father
But times have bro I never ever Santa Claus comin' through the ghetto But you know I always see I always see the man robbin' the black man back G
And I even get in trouble for it And I see nothin' forward tryin' to beat the black man to death Punk police tryna behind your badge
Always tryin' somebody All we do is beat him with the Billy club I come, I comin' with my gun I'm in the head police now what
I tell you is too short for it to be like that We be leaders, can't follow the pack With all them fiends in the streets smokin' What you give life is what it gives you
'Cause money in the ghetto ain't new But when you make the gotta know what to do Buy you a business or buy you a Just so the can't wipe you out
I it in the streets, they say you the man So try to help your brothers and lend a hand Now we gone do
We to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti I said we came to stack them bodies, everybody like John Gotti Now run up and get gun up the slack I'm hittin' blackjack like the when I mack slap
What you wanna play like Al Pacino with Type of style with the lyricist funk of hits [Incomprehensible] and the biscuits I Motherfuckers know I down and show me [Incomprehensible]
I really care, from the front or the rear Word to your mother I'm bout to and smear that master all I intelligent Chain that I 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 motherfucker I flow over beats
Like water, dick in yo daughter And my nuts up in her when she suckin' on my balls Yiggy y'all best to ask somebody I'm shootin' motherfuckers down with the shotty
It's that master blaster It's, mister, mister, ghetto, bastard