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