Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders. Ya`ll niggas want to be pimps and players? This ain`t 1997 nigga.
I`d rather be rich and unhappy, then broke and miserable. Cause the game don`t give a fuck, if you lyrical. And that`s pitiful, so my position is pivotal. You can hate me all you like, but you worship the principle. I inspire revolution, the government`s not invincible. Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge they pimpin you, All up in the hood, like McDonald`s and liquor. Selling aids medicine, when we know you got the cure nigga. You leary of conspiracy theory, but hear me. From a business perspective it makes more sense, clearly. Cuz more over, that`s what we go to war over, and numbers don`t lie Unless we do Bush and Gore over. Free markets, make money disingenuously, But i invest in agriculture biochemistry, smart nigga from the hood pussy. What type of crime is that?, But execs are like `you from Harlem where your diamonds at?
This is how pimps get pimped, And players get played, Rich people get robbed, And broke niggas get payed. New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L.A, Miami, DC, Belmore and out in the bay.
Show me a pretty girl, with the world stuck to her, And I bet you there`s a brother that`s tired of fucking her, Lots of niggas girls are someone else`s one night stand. I probably make some bitches nervous, listening with they man, And if that offends somebody, I`m sorry, fuck you. What you think? Revolutionaries don`t like to fuck too. You just gotta be aware of dangerous gouchie, Cover your hair like coofee some rappers think that they live in a movie. Until they get herpies, a clap from a groupie, And i don`t need to shout you out, Nigga you know who you be, Look. These people are only players cause they got played, And have not let go of that shit since the seventh grade. Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks doesn`t it. But you shouldn`t fuck up someone else`s life because of it. Someone did your mother like that, that`s why your fatherless. Before jail and racist cops, that`s what the problem is.
This is how pimps get pimped, And players get played, Beautiful women get cheated on, And gangsters sprayed. Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta, Texas, Vegas, Seattle and fuckin Louisiana.
I`m not a crack rapper, I`m not a back packer, I`m not a whack rapper, Moonlighting as a bad actor. I treat labels like the projects, cuz I`m a hater. Go to the Sony building and piss in the elevator. Haters or hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers, bootleg my own album, to reach customers. Every city state, in the country, the hood loves me. Even aborigines in Australia bump me. They say underground fans, are all the color of talcum. But who the fuck you think buy Fifty and Jay albums? Who the fuck you think made Snoop and Dre platinum? Call up any major record label and ask em. But there`s some devils in disguised in hip hop. That belong at republican fundraisers with kid rock, I hope one my of fans has one of your kids shot, And blames it on acid, Prozac, and slipknot. You a pussy acting hard like bitch cop. I`ll drop you do the floor like a reverse wrist lock. Eat your food and shit on you, like a highway pit stop. And make revolutionaries outta kids that used to flip rocks. The government pimped 9/11 to go to Iraq, And history repeats itself right on track, First that`s a tragedy, and then the comedy begins, (why?) cause it`s funny mother fucker`s don`t see it come around again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
