Courtdog
06-12-07, 05:05 AM
On this struggle for freedom..
I just call em as I see em'
My 3rd-eye defy's their lies to disenfranchise
It might even be your man who hides
In the cut, waitin to get a cut
Niqqa whut?
If trigga stuck, then a niqqa fucck'd
Blast on his ass, leave em' in the grass
Let the funeral home pick em' up
Boom Boom, stick em' up
Get those bucks
Listen up you lil fuccks, if you wanna make paper
Get on yo grind homey, dont bank ya future on no capers
Dont front too much, fucck these favors to pay you later
They'll think you stackin bundles & turn into haters
When on the real to real, your their financial saviors!..
I guess it's true when they said nothin can save ya
Wheneva its the season for catchin the vapors
Put your soul on ice like the caps vs sabres
When I bug out like that baseball manager who acted as a grenadier
Except this is me come'n back to the majors
Ready and willing to attack all my neighbors
And call it labor
Violate, anihilate, til ya eyes dialate
Get charged w/the murder? Then show up to the trial late
Suckin on some now or laters while I address the judge
Not guilty of these fucckin charges, or expect a slug
Then I ice-grilled em, Like how an Indian would grill a Pilgrim
The judge said I was guilty on all charges, sohh then I killed him
On a whim
Followed him home w/chrome in hand
Revenge for locking up my friend
A vicious cycle that'll never end...
I just call em as I see em'
My 3rd-eye defy's their lies to disenfranchise
It might even be your man who hides
In the cut, waitin to get a cut
Niqqa whut?
If trigga stuck, then a niqqa fucck'd
Blast on his ass, leave em' in the grass
Let the funeral home pick em' up
Boom Boom, stick em' up
Get those bucks
Listen up you lil fuccks, if you wanna make paper
Get on yo grind homey, dont bank ya future on no capers
Dont front too much, fucck these favors to pay you later
They'll think you stackin bundles & turn into haters
When on the real to real, your their financial saviors!..
I guess it's true when they said nothin can save ya
Wheneva its the season for catchin the vapors
Put your soul on ice like the caps vs sabres
When I bug out like that baseball manager who acted as a grenadier
Except this is me come'n back to the majors
Ready and willing to attack all my neighbors
And call it labor
Violate, anihilate, til ya eyes dialate
Get charged w/the murder? Then show up to the trial late
Suckin on some now or laters while I address the judge
Not guilty of these fucckin charges, or expect a slug
Then I ice-grilled em, Like how an Indian would grill a Pilgrim
The judge said I was guilty on all charges, sohh then I killed him
On a whim
Followed him home w/chrome in hand
Revenge for locking up my friend
A vicious cycle that'll never end...