In the background [DJ Drama] This... Could be something big!
Verse One [Ludacris] Don't change the station I've been impatiently waiting Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone It's a war goin' on outside And my people gotta paint they faces on And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do Is work and flip a dolla' Ain't got no trophies But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles
Not an alcoholic but alcohol it Can ease the pain Drinkin' all my problems away But still prayin' in Jesus' name Tryna' turn our voices up And the government tones us down Now that gas is goin' up And the hood is goin' down
So the hood is comin' fo' ya' In the streets is hungry goons! Comin' to a neighborhood near you Today or someday soon Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front And watch yo' side to side Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt; The streets gon' ride tonight
And I'm just gon' ride it out Til my expiration date 'Cause I go hard and the paint [? ] They softer than paper plates Make way for the revolution And yes you should be scurred 'Cause one way or another.. My people will be heard
Verse Two [Willie the Kid] Show you what the soldiers see: Embassy, Diplomacy Since seen [? ] infantry Shootin' at the cobra fleet [? ] Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half Body bags, fish it [? ] like Harland [? ] When I'm airin', tear a chair in half
Watchin' Half Baked At the cabin by the Lake See the blue and white plates See the wood on the panel I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat [? ] Warfare? Never fair Therefore, I need finer things: Like grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes
I'm decorated in medals; Stripes like a Zebra And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's I don't like you neitha' I mean, "either, " proper gramma' Pop a camera - man on that rap, DVD propaganda Yeah, Willie the Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans Nigga' strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin
Verse Three [Busta Rhymes] (During Kid's last verse) In these times The economy got nigga's thinkin' The worst to make paper 'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' nigga's Enough for they slave labor That's when ya' get a Nigga' thinkin about Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya' It's when a nigga' throw a ski mask on Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'
Rollin' the dices with a nigga' that be strugglin' Tryna' make it through the crisis It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit To print another new gas prices All this fuckery we got goin' on Indeed it needs to cease How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?
Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket (Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me We gotta get it even if we cheatin'! Breathin' hard, my mind is blown Tryin' not to get evicted out my home But tryna' live when you know a nigga' broke Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone
But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?) I do it for my kids and mama (Who!) Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!) Change is right around the corna' You tryin' to keep our people sufferin' All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure I promise somebody gonna' pay!
Outro [DJ Drama] (Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness! Pursuit, huh? See Each and every day we all get closer To the real meanin' Me, myself? I always follow my own path And now I come here to motivate! "To be heard" means to say something of value So I make this my Life My Liberty And everday, my Pursuit What about you?)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
