Haha Yeah if it aint one thing it's always gonna be a motha fuckin other
Word to My grand daddy I'ma let this beat rise for about 2 bars then ima get back at ya check it out
come on, come on,
I'm on a pay phone standin in a holding cell took my shirt and my shoes and im cold as hell
Every now and then you gotta spend a night in jail but I know my home boys gonna make my bail
8: 30 in the morning front of CJC fuck a bunch of records take me to the weed
I just need to blow some dro
Even if only momentary it feels good to be free
Holdin my lil girl in front of a big screen makin love to my lady these are the big things
Spendin time wit my granny and blowin wit dave
contemplatin every mistake I've ever made yo
shouldve sipped more lemonade sat in the shade
Seems so secondary to try to get payed and I'm only afraid
Of coming up short so Ima get money ever day til I go back to court
Chorus:
Every day that I'm gone is when I wont be gone
They cant hold me down forever and im gonna be home
In no time at all it wont be long
I just need everbody back at home to be strong
every day that im gone is when i wont be gone
they cant hold me down forever and im gonna be home
In no time at all it wont be long I just need everybody back home to be strong
the telephone make my time go by so slow
the streets talk if something happen im gonna know
people wanna come see me but i tell em not to
talking to em through that glass jus breaks my heart dude
I write alot of letters, I get alot of mail
People telling me they cant wait for me to get outta jail
I miss Mikayla, I miss my girl but I try not to think about the outside world
Tall spades and dominoes songs and proverbs
I seem to find peace in God's word
Cuz he's the only real friend I got in here Even with nothing I got alot in here
Be much happier if I was not here but hey I could never get shot in here
They say its just 3 hots and a cot in here but I got half my motha fuckin squad in here
Chorus
They got electric wire bout 15 feet high
we move so fly with plastic knives, plastic forks, plastic spoons
See our kids on sunday afternoons
Collect call to my momma, send me a box
cd's, magazines, draws, and sox
People get the box everybody gets locked
Phone call, television, everything just stops
Food here is horrible, Conditions are inoperable
Grown men crying take em to the corridor
More and more I miss my gal
the commodory and fellowship i miss my pal
When I get out Ima kiss the ground
And I Just cant wait to hit the town
Fat caps, Colby Steak House just the thought make me wanna break out
C'mon C'mon
Chorus
Yeah people ask me if I could go back, If I could do something different, If I had a chance what would I do.
I tell em I dont believe in that 'IF' shit cuz if my dad was a better card player him and my momma would still be together you know what i'm sayin check it out
They tell me focus on my future
But all I see is present and past
Had to talk to my momma thru a peice of glass
Seen grown men die for a peice of ass
The most respected men were the first to blast
Locked down going against the grain of the game wrong
No longer a child it pays to think now
Terrorists run wild in the streets of the Tennessee
Hustle hard get up on your feet and get blew away
Your either a predator (err) or its prey
Probably don't feel me if you aint living this way
Display patience today can be the day fuck fear
I'm a die either way people say give it up but
I've been in it for years I'm the topic of trash talk
To fuck with spilled beer I'm still here
Unlike most of my peers
Contributed blood sweet and tears to my career going...
Up, Down, Round & Round
City from city, and town to town
We got some money in the past but the time is now.
We been be Up, We been down
We been round & round
We didn't didn't come to play, joke, fuck around
We came to work motherfuckers better buckle down
I get mine sixteen bars at a time
You wont find many rhymes that are harder than mine
What I got to do break necks just to get checks
Sign with Suge Knight to get some respect
Drink cristal drive a brand new roles
Suck Carson Daily's dick just to be on his show
Fuck no, I aint with no kissing no ass
Even if it means being broke and getting no cash
I rather lay bricks then politic with you fake tricks
I feel like Keanu Reaves caught up in the hatred
I had my game sulted concentration broken
Explaining pill popping and the marijuana smoking
Warning you don't want to play with me
I'm not a die like the N-Y-F-D going...
Up, Down, Round & Round
City from city, and town to town
We got some money in the past but the time is now.
We been be Up, We been down
We been round & round
Life aint no joke stop smiling gun shoots and sirens
It pays to be trifling in this environment
Violence jumps in a instant
One must train to condition if intending to go the distance
Persistence pays to pray I put it down
Once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
Millions of motherfuckers live just like me
Lord have mercy have everyone down in the dirty
Commit murder for money It's hell being hungry
Stress like this turn doctors into junkies
The ground here is bloody no man can judge me
Ya I remember when I was young used to run with the crooks
Kept my ass in trouble should of had my nose in books
But I was seldom seen in the class room
Id be tryna get green shoot dice in the bath room
Up, Down, Round & Round
City from city, and town to town
We got some money in the past but the time is now.
We been be Up, We been down
We been round & round
Okay children, for today's vocabulary test
Who would like to stand up and share
With the rest of the classroom?
The definition of the word, 'dictate'
Ohh, me, me, me, please
Okay Jason, go ahead, stand up
And give us the definition of the word 'dictate', okay?
You know Ms.Johnson, dictate
How's my Dic Tate?
My minds constantly in money gettin' mode
I done seen bitches flip like them Sony explodes
I came by way of a long bumpy road
Doin' eighty, it's all gravy on the phone gettin' throat
From the padro [unverified] to that hydro
From that sticky to that icky
Dark tinted windows on my stretch 150
Killer talkin' trash
Tell 'em boy come and get me
They been bumpin' for some minuets
They some bitches evidently
My city represents me like fifty thousand albums
They eat it up in the ville like x-pills and valiums
God damn, you did 'em so dirty
Jumpin' up out of the back of that back 430
I shit hotter then fish grease
Strong as a pitch [unverified]
Bitch please
I'm none of them fake MC's
That sees their enemies and run like hoes
Nuthin' to fear but fear foo confront your foes
And tell 'em
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Crippling competitors crushed my opposition
Walk into a room rappers stand up at attention
Like ten, hut, hut, hut, shovin' threw the club
Hollerin', what, what, what, what?
Crunk and I could give a fuck
Sipping syrup got me slower then molasses in December
May as well show my ass in the morning I won't remember
Why my hand hurts
How I got this cut above my eye
Holler turned to squabbling
With fools from another side
Fist will hurt your pride
Bullets hurt your sole
When they jumping out of your body
Because you're bleeding out of control
Oh no, I can't go out like this
Layin' here with my drawers full of shit and piss
You ignorant son of a trailer park tramp
Who in the fuck do you think I am?
God damn, you only get one more warning
Then you're goin' to sleep but it ain't gonna be no yawning
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
If I could make this verse as hard as the other two
This song would be a banging mother fucker dude
Haystak, alias Moonshine, Big Stak, mista Mac
Mista if we beefing watch your god damn back
Even in showers, even at picnics
My clicks thicker then brick mix
Bullets fatally attracted like lunatic chicks
Who jumped on your dick 'cause your record was hot
Found out where your family stays, can't blow up the spot
Huh, what
Can you say clothes in the yard?
Bitch dun threw some grits and barley missed me swear to God
My old lady got more heart then the majority of them
IF I don't like it I go in the source
Say it in public and fuck 'em
It wasn't no accident or homicide, I purposely buck 'em
The fuckin' snitch sold out my cousin got him busted at customs
You like 'em but don't trust 'em, fuck 'em but don't love 'em
If you really think he's bluffin' take the gun away from em
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
Bitch you heard me, huh what?
Run hide duck, huh
[Intro:]
Dj Dev you with me?
[mix: yeah]
Let me break it down for you
B. Stone
David Ray
Stump Dog
And Lex
That's the CWB, the Crazy White Boys
Right about now your bout to feel this
[Lex??]
You know you dun fucked up huh don't cha
Leave me in some blood
And your momma won't want ya
You aint got no heart boy
Knew it from the start boy
Now we bout to pull em out
Let em spark boy
??? pump and it dont make sence
When no ones around I fight the fence
I fight the house
I fight the bucket
Nobody ever loved me, man fuck it
We was runnin the club??
Homemade class??
I was hustlin and gettin cash
And rockin up in glass??
Baby John? Whaa
Drivin fast cars, Whaa
Shootin dice playin cards
Leavin em with scars
[??]
Jumpin out them ghetto rides when them things on our side
Keep playin boy
Don't let fifty glide
Ammunition to the fly?
Birds fallin from the sky
Now you bout to find out
Bout the boss from the south
[HOOK]
OH my god its some crazy white boys
Oh my god they jump out of them big toys
Oh my god ???
Fuckin shit up like it was your life boy??
OH my god its some crazy white boys
Oh my god they jump out of them big toys
Oh my god ???
Fuckin shit up like it was 4:20
[??]
I've been to hell and back
Had to sell some crack
Got caught with some packs
And they held me back
Got released to the streets with these other cats
They keep lying threw their teeth doin nother raps
I'm bout them twenty twos and them Bentleys too
But when there's dirt to do
You desert your crew
But when them guns bust
?? then call me on the phone and wanna run with us
Next thing you know
They had to see dub tap??
See me at the club and want hugs and daps
My drug is rappin and I'm about to overdose
Come close let me leave straight comeatose
You better slow your roll before I throw them bows
Stay gone on them rolls and them toatum polls
Then some Xanax bars gota have me slow
Pull up in the spot everybody like ohhh
[HOOK]
OH my god it's some crazy white boys
Oh my god they jump out of them big toys
Oh my god ???
Fuckin shit up like it was your life boy??
OH my god its some crazy white boys
Oh my god they jump out of them big toys
Oh my god ???
Fuckin shit up like it was 4:20
[??]
?? cwb
When they come to the streets
The peace is up under the seat
With nothing but beef
I swear to One hundred degrees
The smoldering heat
The type to run over your streets
I'm blowin on trees
The kin that will leave you holding your knees
And holding your chest
Matter of fact, I lay you to rest
Come stay at my nest [nooo]
Those boys don't play when you test
I told you stupid mother fuckers shoulda came with a vest
Im bringing the best
Never ever was or will be
You slow poke stoke?? better hope you kill me
I'm no joke bro when I know you feel me
For shore my flows been known to kill beats
[Haystak]
Blazin, can't get no wrong
Your talkin bout money or you're movin along
Holdin it down provin a point
Rich kids want to ride but they just can't join
Cwb is the only thing goin
Yall were made but my boys is born
Flip the flows in several forms
Knock your ass out like electrical storms
Incredible poems laced with pain
My medication makes me think crazy things
Free cd didn't changed an thing
Cause when its whack its whack
Bang-sha-bang?? COMMON
[cut]
Who in the hell
Let me get my gun
I tell ya I kill a son-of-a-bitch
Paw its just Bubba
[Bubba Sparxxx]
They just want to listen
They don't want to hear it
They just want to touch it
They don't want to feel it
They don't really know us
Who is they to judge us
This one on the house that put away your budget
Twelve more bars before I put away the subject
Bubba-c-dub bitch there I made it public
Crazy white boys that aint afraid of ruckus
The flow made ya like us
The heart made ya love us
Let me calm down before I start a revolution
Boy don't even speak if you aint part of the solution
The old style died so were chartering a new one
My pits bite fuck barkin its a blue??? one
New style pedigree
Get the guns betta weed
Gone of that kedameen
I know its unsettling
Talkin bout a chain
White gloves is what you better bring
Oh my god hes the wildst boy you ever seen
[HOOK]
OH my god its some crazy white boys
Oh my god they jump out of them big toys
Oh my god ???
Fuckin shit up like it was your life boy??
OH my god its some crazy white boys
Oh my god they jump out of them big toys
Oh my god ???
Fuckin shit up like it was 4:20
[end]
[Intro:]
Now let me get this right... when Jesus left here
He left a going away place for me, and when he prepared that place
He'll come back and receive me, now where he is at, I'll be...
Now that's what you call a beautiful thought, Jack
[Verse 1:]
This mics on? I take chances and play a lot of felony games
That's why my rent and my utilities are in melony names[? ]
Sometimes don't ever change, it's too easy to obtain
Cocaine, that's why my people did that devil in the dope game
I've done the dope thing, tenths, graphs, quarters, halves
I was a natural cause I was pretty good at math
Hot temper you can catch me on a warpath
You know what they say; hard head make a soft ass
Livin life like tonight can be the last night
Cops in the car with the dogs and the flashlights (fuck!)
Got me laid out across the hood
It's all good it nothing but leather wood
This harassment is nonstop, and when it's not the cops it's the block
Haystak didn't come back whippin no Maybach
How fake is that, y'all know me better than that
But I'll rock a drop top SL Escalade truck and shit
Who that big fat white ass think he fuckin with
Don't that muthafucka know he had to suffer
He keep on comin through with that and end up a sucker
[Chorus: x2]
Now one day, I'm gon die
But until then, I'm gon ride
I feel I, can almost fly
It can go down tonight, Dadgummit!
[Verse 2:]
I was a broke head, a raggedy broke head
Probably end up in jail dead or be a cokehead
My mission to get more bread, more fed and more head
Work hard until I drop dead
So much sweat and blood shed
Tears I wept, the nights done came and went and I never slept
It's crazy what one would do to uphold the rent
It's boundaries, men don't overstep
But yet, the newspaper full of incidents
Dude didn't have to die, that shit was senseless
Violence is sadistic, it grows on our existence
Me personally, myself, I'm against it
But so many dudes from other crews stay with him
You ain't gotta a chance if you get to beefin with him
Got six guns, shotguns and handguns
Semi-automatic magnums, keep your pants up
We can't afford to get caught with them now
And they roll up on ya like "Yeah, talk shit now! "
And they already got they guns out
But time won't allow you to get yours out (blaow!)
And about the time that you reach for your pocket
Bullets hit your muthafuckin ass like rockets
You couldn't return fire, it happened so fast
That's how they do it they sneak up and bust a cap in your ass
Now it's just a bunch of good talk about ya in slow songs
Everybody telling everybody to be strong
Positive, cause they gotta move on
Even though it won't be the same now that you gone
Gone, meanin dead gone meanin not here
Gone, meanin you meanin you won't have no birthday next year
Gone, meanin your kid no longer got a father
Cause pops was preoccupied with provin he was harder
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
My [? ] is [? ], accomplish impossibilities
So much hositiliy hemmed up within me
So many ends and very few friends
I made thick and thin muthafuckas who ride to the end
You be lucky if you got enough to tote you to the hole
Cause them fair-weather friends get low when it's cold
I got women in my yard, diggin for gold
Mama said they was coming and [? ]
I made a lil money, people think I'm made of money
Sometimes, I wish God would just take it from me
So I can see who's around here cause because they love me
And I could know who'd be down with me if I was bummy
Who'd feed me if I was hungry, clothe me if I was naked
And who'd kiss on my dick cause I made a few records
Who'd be at the hospital when a tragedy happened
Standin with family when they talking to the pastor
On the first roll 7 or 11 is a winner
Either other time 11 is irrelevant
And 7 is craps, after you've established a point
A point being 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, or 10
2's, 3's, and 12's is only relevant on your first roll and they craps
The money gone but the dice stay
Just 'cuz I taught you the game don't mean you know how to play
And it damn sure don't make you
I'm a hustla baby, I take chances everyday
I'm a gambler baby, how can I win if I don't play
I'm a hustla baby, you either hustlin' them or they hustlin' you
I'm a gambler baby, I'm gon' do what the old heads taught me
Five hundred on the line and I'm looking for a 10
But I know exactly know how to find a bitch again
I buck 'em off the table, a 4 and a 6
Money up, money down, who gonna fade me tricks
Came a 6 and what I left with, hush it
It's a secret, hustlas don't discuss it
Brush the dust off my britches when the dice game finished
Sometimes you gotta lose, man that just the business
I done left the rent to the dice game, the water and lights
My old lady bout to hoop and call it a night
My last two hundred, and I'm bout to let it ride
Let 'em roll, came out a 4 and 5
My points 9, I'm working, 8, 10, I'm searchin'
Well, here goes a 4 and a 5
Well, a 6 and a 3 but either way it's a 9
I'm a hustla baby, I take chances everyday
I'm a gambler baby, how can I win if I don't play
I'm a hustla baby, you either hustlin' them or they hustlin' you
I'm a gambler baby, I'm gon' do what the old heads taught me
The sink in a drought and I'm tryin' to survive
Cable off, TV only picks up five
White sneakers, damn near look off-white
And I'm still using heavy starches, them shit is alright
My whole life I'd have trouble stayin' focused
But I never gave up and never stopped copin'
Pits in the yard, a bucket in the driveway
I'm gonna turn that bitch into a new truck one day
Someday, 'cuz I'm gonna get out here and work until
I get a mil, fuck the lotto and a record deal
It's real, when you don't even know when your gonna get your next meal
Even though when you straight, you still feel like you on them X pills
Can't sit still, you pace back and forth
Cross the floor until you can't take no more
But I'ma be back, believe that, like my big homie E-Mack
The muthafuckin' Southside
I'm a hustla baby, I take chances everyday
I'm a gambler baby, how can I win if I don't play
I'm a hustla baby, you either hustlin' them or they hustlin' you
I'm a gambler baby, I'm gon' do what the old heads taught me
I took sixteen zips of that Mexican red
Weighed my quarters at five, charged an arm and a leg
Busted heads, this move dealt me a new hand
The eight I invested was now two grand
Met a busta at a club and told him I was the man
Met up with him, sold him a quarter ki of sand
A young dude, my mentality was like fuck dude
We like some pit puppies fightin over dog food
In school, I sold candy a quarter a piece
I made my money off three and the rest was all me
In life I fucked a couple of good connects up
So if you in the car with me keep ya heads up
Worked so hard but couldn't stack no bread up
Finally said fuck it 'cuz I just got fed up
The money I owe you, you can chop that boss
Because I don't think you got the balls to come knock Stak off
I'm a hustla baby, I take chances everyday
I'm a gambler baby, how can I win if I don't play
I'm a hustla baby, you either hustlin' them or they hustlin' you
I'm going crazy today
cause there's a bat in my attic
you can't change the station
when it's nothing but static
the hommes are dropping
and the beats are flopping
Charles Dickens is writing
and the Scottsmen are fighting
I like wearing chicken buckets on my head
I like race cars and old home bread
I like wearing chicken buckets on my head
I like wearing chicken buckets
Got kitty litter between my toes
got shinny glitter on my nose
who needs money when you've got friends
and who eats the bread when you've got the ends?
* send corrections to the typist
Know what I'm saying, Big Haystak
Street Flavor Records, bitch, represent
I remember when I was young
All my people told me I could
Be anything I wanted to be when I grew up
You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us
I was a big old white boy from
Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star
And that was fucking impossible
I over came opsticals did what they said couldn't be done
I went from murder dog to fire?? I'm the one
The only one who held it down for white class
Before it was cool to be white trash
You can't change the world so why try
Watch them chains to tidies
From fist fights to drive bys
I be out there late night and I'm white guy
So when I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy
I dedicate this to the hags and fags
Who associate Haystak with racism and rebel flags
You fucking bitch
When you mention me speak on killer weed and body bags
Hi proportion? And burning the flag
My grand daddy's mammy was half Cherokee
My grand mamma family came from an island in Germany
And me I'm just a mixed breed from Tennessee
Everything you fake mother fuckers pretend to be
[HOOK]
White boy cracker hoocie weado
Damn do evil blue eyed devil
Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude
Make up some more shit to me white boy
I be that too
You've been running your mouth for the past ten years
But never ran a mother fucking thing 'round here
Pioneers lets get one thing clear
We been making music for years ya hear
Hardcore you better ask about hay
I get love 'round the way like e-40 in the bay
I'm from the land of the brave
Home of the free
And there's five million other fools just like me
We the have-nots little badass kids
Momma doing bad, dad der doing a bid
And we was set free to do as we please
Reek havoc on the streets of our communities
And we didn't have no curfew
We didn't have no rules
We don't need no book bags cause we don't go to school
Imagine my middle finger
In the mother fuckin sky
Screaming CWB till I die
Lil player, lil
[HOOK]
White boy cracker hoocie weado
Damn do evil blue eyed devil
Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude
Make up some more shit to me white boy
I be that too
Hey bro what you looking for
Twenty
Auh twenty, I don't have no twenties
But I got some fat dimes
Auh you like that huh
Come back and fuck with your people ya hear
Born a bastard child who struggled with love
We congregated on the corners puffin and pushing dubs
A lack of love a lack of understanding
A lack of compassion a lack of better parenting
The sad thing is either they don't know
Don't show
Or just don't care, well
That is till tad and rad?
Come to school with gauges
And start shooting up the rich kids in the faces
Mom and dad ducked in their shoes
"It was the crowd they hung around
Music that they listed to"
White boys been dying around here for years
But it never make CNN
You know why
We were put here to die
So when we kill one another
It comes as no surprise
We animals in their eyes
I represent the trial when I'm behind the mic
Can't tell me nothing about no damn stereotype
[HOOK]
White boy cracker hoocie weado
Damn do evil blue eyed devil
Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude
Make up some more shit to me white boy
I be that too
Man you need a ride?
Uhh, naw I'm good
(Haystak)
Stepped out the club with triple vision
Couldn't fit my keys in the ignition
Swerving all over the road
Ah whatever her name is giving me throat
A head-on collision waiting to happen
Rapper dies in traffic accident
Yea right, I get like this every night
Most knights I'm so fucked up
I don't even remember leavin the club
Where my keys are
Where my drawers are
How'd I get home
Who these whores are
What happened
I must have been in the zone
Room start spinning
And then it was on
Popped a few oxycontins
Told my old lady don't ask why bitch
(Hook)
Fucked up tryin to escape the drama
Don't want to think about my pill or my baby's momma
I'm fucked up, ahhh, takin a breather
Don't want to think about my job, or no Monday either
I'm fucked up, seeing planets and stars
Weed, X pills and (X)anax bars
I'm fucked up, uppers downers what ever you like
Everybody get high tonight
(Haystak)
Purple swollen can't quit lickin my lips
Heart pounding, feels like it's gonna come through my ribs
Tracers of bitches as they pass by (hi, hi)
Get away bitch nothings up with us
Stop takin your fuckin up my buzz
Cant you see I'm my private place
Sweating like a motherfucker give me some space
(Stack are you okay?)
(I think he's dead, help)
Why don't you shut the fuck up
I was rollin like Michelins
Heard ya talkin I just wasn't listenin
Floatin in the ocean with a couple of fisherman
Fish for bitches bate hooks with Benjamin's
Now I'm back out here where it's all real
You owe me two more pills, so I can feel
(Hook)
(Haystak)
Deep breaths, nice thoughts
Three, two, one - lift off
Ohhh, everything in the room
Melting, too many shrooms
Hold my breath, close my eyes
Then I start feeling all fuzzy inside
Last time i felt like this
I was on four or five picas fish?
(Ahhh, this is bliss)
Get away bitch, nah give me a kiss
Eat this (but I'm already on two)
It's just a little gift from me to you
She sat down, wouldn't stop blabbing
Fuckin up my high, god damn it
Would this bitch please shut her mouth?
Security put this bitch out
Ah ah Come on.
You are not the only one
Going thru what your going thru you know what I'm saying?
Ah come on ah come on
I don't give a fuck what position you find yourself in
Just find security knowing somewhere else
someone is going thru the same struggles you are right now
and it's probably me
I remember December middle of a bitter winter
Ass on the trunk feet swinging by the fender
Arguing with you in the freezing cold
I was wrong you aint have to leave me though
Out here fucked up all alone
And what I really wanna say is come on come home
But I got this load on me
Couldn't be worse than my momma died or my main homie told on me.
Hold me grand mom standing in front of her house
Tears trickle off my cheek and onto her blouse
And I realize now that once she's gone
I'ma truly know the meaning ah being alone when I'm...
[repeat x2]
Allll allone, I don't even care which way I go
I'm just following my radio
What's up to all the home girls?
Caught up in this world
Preoccupied with money and sex powder and x
Little momma I promise its not the solution
I'm aware your life's style is full of confusion
I saw you at my show I had no time to talk
So close your eyes and imagine were taking a walk
Compliment you on your beauty your handsome behind
But at the same time tell ya god gave you a mind
And you should put it to use go back to school
So you can have something with or without these fools
Don't let no dude beat you miss treat you
You deserve to be loved I understand you attracted to thugs
But pick a real motherfucker that's gonna treat you well
Not no dead beat staying in and out of jail
Its hard when you out here alone and cold
That's the shit that make a stripper chick work that pole cuz she's...
[repeat x2]
Allll allone, I don't even care which way I go
I'm just following my radio, rollin
We don't die, we multiply
Alcoholics pre occupied with being high
A work a holic who had seldom if ever rested
A damn fool for letting Cathy leave I contested
Every convicted felon that had ever been arrested
Every quiet child that had ever been molested
Every struggling rapper that had ever made a record
Every average cat that ever came in second
A proud father changed diapers and warmed bottles
Made a honest living and now I'm a role model?
A good dude for your son or daughter to look up to
Be here when the world got em feeling like... fuck you
Help them see better days and overcome obstacles
They go to school and hurt somebody I'm a feel responsible
Something I could a said something I could have did
To get to them kids I know they felt like they were just...
[repeat x2]
Allll allone, I don't even care which way I go
(Intro)
Sometimes I write about something, that like something I went through
Or something my people went through
And I felt like they needed some motivational shit
And it usually ends up going something like this...
(Chorus)
My first day, without you in my life
Things felt strange, a bit deranged
Even so, I hope you're doin okay
Take it slow, you just never know... (just never know, oh!)
Yo, you just never know... nooo (just never know, oh!)
You just never know... nooo (just never know, oh!)
(Verse 1)
My systems caught in conniption, stomach in knots
Feedin for my medicine, overcoming addiction
The first step is quittin, nah the first steps admittin
I got a problem, I need help, this is something I can't beat myself
I almost felt like I can't be cured
Rehab won't take me cuz I ain't insured
Layin in the bath tub, shakin like a new born
Searchin for the courage it'll take for me to move on
I've been livin life like this way too long
Beggin God please, bring me home
I stopped before, three or four days
Always end up back in the same place
People call me a junkie, dope fiend
How they gonna judge me, they don't even know me
Lights off, wanna be left alone, I'm tryin to enjoy the methodone
Put a Jimi Hendrix record on, and excuse me while I kiss the sky
Dosed off, woke up, sick to my stomach, ran to the bathroom
Started to vomit, the methodone wore off and the withdrawal started
That first day was the hardest...
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Stayed strong, endured the rough weather
I ain't fully recovered but I'm doin much better
I can keep my food down to shakes and calms
They lowerin the doses of methodone
I eat V's and blow lots of dro
It's like chewin gum when you're tryin not to smoke
Keep my mind occupied, calm my nerves
It's not the same high, deep inside I...
Just want one more but I can't turn back this week for it
But I done made it, almost a month
With just a couple of V's and I blew some blunts
But that weed and gonna make me OD
That other shit was gonna kill me
Six weeks, and everything seem so clear
Before I knew it, time flew and I was clean for a year
Can't believe something started off socially
Something I almost allowed to take over me
Days went by and it was sixteen months
And I swear to God I didn't fall off once
I, feel like a brand new guy and I'm definetly livin a brand new life
Some days I still resist the thirst but none's worst than the first (believe
that)
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Two years and I ain't touched it
Got a lot done, I been so productive
Rebuilt, I was so constructive
Can't believe I was so self destructive
Got a good job and I make big bucks
Went to the lot and got a new pick up
Got a brand new crib and a brand new kid
I think anybody can quit if I did
If you wanna quit, get up and go get the shit
Walk straight to the toilet, drop it, flush it, fuck it, fight it
Just resist it and if this helps then just keep listenin
When you start slippin I'll send you another one
Sonny, wasup?, we just saved another one
I know it's so hard like there's no God
But through him you're able to go so far
Hey, I don't wanna sound corny
I'm just like you either hungry or horny
Seems as though we get hooked so easily
Quitting becomes an impossibility
I ain't sayin treat your body like a church
Just don't let dope put your body in a hearse
The streets inside you, you just gotta search
And know that no day be harder than the first
(Chorus)
(Outro)
Yo, all my people, goin through they thing
Whatever they thing may be
Just know, God got his hands on you
And he'll grant you the serenity
To change the things you can't
And you can change that, aight
Money makes the world spin
Hahahaha
Yo part 2, for all my true fans who know that money makes the world spin
Not to mention the improvments in their girlfrields
Hahaha
[Haystak]
Ohh, I've been intertwined
On the grind since '89
Tryin to get my shit tight
No I had to come right
Wrote rhyme by the midnight moonlight
Waitin for the lime light
Life in the blue light
Killer weed, bud light make me love life
No option know I had to come tight
Work extra hard because I was white
But that's the way it be
Float like a pit-bull held my ground
To strong boy to control me now
Had alot of mother fuckers tryin to hold me down
They aint got no love for me
Dotted my I's crossed my T's
??? throwin salt at me
No apologies is my falasife
I say fuck em fag got no love for me
Ima puff some weed, sip some crown
Keep my game face on when I chase em down
And ill flip a pound, sell some coke
Do what ever I can do when I'm broke
And I don't condone selling dope to get money
But when you got a kid, its hungry
It lays in the crib and it cries and cries
That's the kind of shit that makes you die inside
[HOOK x2]
Money makes the world spin
You got, you got money [whoodie whoo, whoodie whoo]
Got you caught up on the block?? and you cant quit
You either got it or you aint shit
[Haystak]
Live in the ranks and its all a son??
No compromise it was all or none
Dirt was done, money was made
Now everybody ride on them twenty inch blades
Bling blingn diamond shinen
Then they wonder why they get indicted
Why they doin the time I be doin the mass
So when I see em in the club all I got up and laughed
From Nashville to Fort Lauderdale
Houston Texas to the ATL
From the Frisco Bay to the NYC
We even push units in Germany
I Louisville I got a gang of fans
Its just a matter of time before we go to Japan
I kept my pen to the pad, eyes on the prize
In a 747 floating threw the clouds
Nothing like the feeling to finally touch down
Make me damn near want to kiss the ground
Cause it feels so good to be back in town
But third day I be gone again
When your hot your hot
And when your not your not
From re-sale to cd-sale
Its a long way you feel me
[HOOK x2]
Money makes the world spin
You got, you got money [whoodie whoo, whoodie whoo]
Got you caught up on the block?? and you cant quit
You either got it or you aint shit
[Haystak]
I come, come, completely different then any other mother fucker
You must got me mixed up with another mother fucker
Got a baby on the way
Try to stack some cash
Or maybe run up in the bank with a black ski mask
Call my old connection get back in the streets
Go to work in the trunk start packin the heat
Get indicted again, go to the pen
Don't get to come home till my little kids ten
And then how can I be a man to them
Know when I fucked up on my beliefs and a banded them
So I suppress temptation and continued to work hard
Stop before I go to sleep and thank god
For saving me
Everything he gave me
Protecting me when I was a baby
Keepin me from diein in them crooked ass streets
Keep me from gettin caught up with the punk ass freaks
Went to a funeral just last week
Seen teardrops roll down OG's cheeks
Seems like we loose one every couple of weeks
I got a lot of homeboys six feet deep
[HOOK till end]
Money makes the world spin
You got, you got money [whoodie whoo, whoodie whoo]
Got you caught up on the block?? and you cant quit
You either got it or you aint shit
Ya what's up its Haystak bein innovative, creative
Aint gettin my dough ya dig, yeah
[Intro:]
"Ye thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil."
I look back through out my life and so often in the walk I see only one set of footprints and
I truly understand that is because for so long he carried me and without his blessings I wouldn't have achieved anything of any significance...Uhn.
I set out to be the realist and the illest, of my time, "of my time,"
Knew I'd probably end up dyin' in my prime, "in my prime,"
When I finally got a chance I knew I'd shine, "knew I'd shine,"
But I seem to end up slippin' every time, "every time,"
In this world people quickly drop a dime, "drop a dime,"
I'm a stand up guy, I go and do my time, "do my time,"
Any time you wanna test me, come and try, "come and try,"
'Fore I swallow my pride, I'm gonna die, "gonna die,"
Till the day that I go I'm gonna ride, "gonna ride,"
Cuz you know I've got God on my side, "on my side,"
And hay, we all got to die someday,
'N' if you don't know, now you know,
Sometimes I bet reverend Runn,
Looks back like damn what have I done,
They created an art form, you turned it to a circus,
What the fuck happened to making music with a purpose man,
[Chorus:]
Some body pray for me,
I'm out here in a place that I may never leave,
A million records sold I may never see,
I'm out here in these streets duckin' felonies, please
I need all y'all to pray for me,
I'm out here in a place that I may never leave,
A million records sold I may never see,
Out here in these streets duckin' felonies, Ahh...
I document a lot of deep shit in my past, "in my past,"
Did a lot of bad shit in my past, "in my past,"
What we won't do to get the cash, "get the cash,"
It's the root of all evil, but we must have it, "must have it,"
Wonder if ever we can have a craps game where no blood gets spilled,
A rap game where no one gets killed,
In heaven I can see my dad and my grand dad,
So you can't tell me that dyin' is that bad,
I'm back at it, I'm on that bullshit homie,
Suicidal wishin' some body'd run up on me,
Cuz I'ma try to blow they stomach threw they back,
'N' we can turn this whole mother fucker to Iraq, "Uhh,"
I've never been more sincere,
Than I am when I say I'm sick of being here,
So when I go don't shed a tear,
You weren't cryin' when I got here, seconds old,
Screamin' like a mother fucker, wet 'n' cold, "come on,"
Some body pray for me,
I'm out here in a place that I may never leave,
A million records sold I may never see,
I'm out here in these streets duckin' felonies, "Please,"
My little homie says mama tried, but he wanna run the streets,
'N' at the crib there really wasn't enough to eat,
For his mama, her boyfriend, and him,
So the little homie ball like, Damn them,
He say he ain't never looked back since then,
Spent the last five out of ten fenced in,
We calmed him down, little homie gone in the wind,
I remember back when you could throw him a ten,
But he older now 'n' you got throw him a ben,
'N' if you turn your back on him he be at it again,
Robbin' everything movin', servin' everything smokin',
Savaged by the scavage's, naw man I ain't jokin',
So pray for him, cuz he need Jesus with him
Try to talk to him, but you can't reason with him,
God do him like you done me 'n' stay right there,
put my little homie in y'alls prayers and while your at it,
Some body pray for me,
I'm out here in a place that I may never leave,
A million records sold I may never see,
I'm out here in these streets duckin' felonies, "Please,"
I need all y'all to pray for me,
I'm out here in a place that I may never leave,
A million records sold I may never see,
If you don't dig this you
Defiantly aint from down here
Bounce with me
I'm from across the state of crunkest?
Even haters love this
Some of the coldest shit that's ever been published
Let's ride
Get em up in the front in the back
We countrified
Get them boy you???
Represent your side with pride
Hey baby
Let's get the headboards banging
Box springs squeaking
Damn a bunch of speaking
Common let's get to freaking
The next night
Next show next city
Damn my man gonna
Be hot bout this hicky on my
Watch your mount
No VIP we be by the bar
Conversating with the superstars
"What you drinking on girl"
No Champaign just a bottle of crown
Better yet make it three we aint fuckin around
[HOOK]
In here, situations get crucial
They got no love for us
And the feeling is mutual
In here
Different sides and sets
I can believe nobody's got to fighting yet
So common
In here
We defiantly gonna put it down
People from all different parts of town
In here
Good girls get real naughty
Hollywood faces with them south side bodies
In here
People Rollin so hard they can't even talk
Mixed that liquor with them pill
Now they can't even walk
In here
They jock you just cause you entertain
The people come up at ya dog
Do the damn thing
In here
Try to separate it from real life cats
Hey man you got a problem
"Nah it aint even like that"
In here
Smoke so thick you can't even breathe
Can't even see and it aint even bothering me
[HOOK]
In here, situations get crucial
They got no love for us
And the feeling is mutual
In here
Different sides and sets
I can believe nobody's got to fighting yet
So common
In here
I held it down
From Mayberry to New York
Nothing changed
But the day and the date
On my time port
I snore like eagor
Roll like reagor [regal?]
As usual it's for all my people
Blacks whites can't forget
The Mexicans and Asians
The radio station
That keep my records in rotation
The club dj's fans that hold me down
From the metropolis
To the lil ol one horse town
Now let me hear them engines go vroom
Let me hear them speakers go
Boom boom boom boom
When we step up in the room
Give us room give us room
Elbow room give us elbow room
We don't want no trouble
Just be cautious when I'm approaching
I'm some what paranoid
Slightly claustrophobic
We roll in the old old old school
Candy classics bumping my home boy
Andy Mathis, ugly
[HOOK]
In here, situations get crucial
They got no love for us
And the feeling is mutual
In here
Different sides and sets
I can believe nobody's got to fighting yet
So common
[Intro:]
Yea!
Yea, your back mack hour with your man
Wolfman Stak on Wpmp the peoples station
We Pimp! Huh!
We're goin get into make-up or break-up hour
If your a love sick trick,
Wants to call in & beg sum bitch to accept yo
Sorry ass back into her life
Once again, give us a call at 737-PIMP
[Verse 1:]
I could never trust no stinkin ass broad
I could never love yo stinkin ass cause
I done had my heart broke before
And i know love ain't no muthafuckin' joke my boy
So before i let it go that far
Close tha door & throw my clothes in tha car
I know how they are been down that road before
If you let em they'll walk on ya like a muthafuckin' floor
I'm weak for no girl, you just a squirrel
Don't call me for no referral (NAW!)
Got a sign on my door that says
(STAY OUTTA MY WORLD!)
And when i think of how you treated me
I WANNA HURL!
[Chorus: x2]
Girrrlllll!
I don't trust you
Nawwwwwww!
Girrrlllll!
I don't love you
Fuck you!
Yeaaaaaaa!
[Verse 2:]
I could give a damn if you left me alone
Wonder how long it will take me see that your gone
Girls in my past made me so strong
I'll tell a weak ass freak go on
Be gone, sail on, take ya luggage & ya lunch pale on
And get tha hell on, so long!
I done played the game so long i finally quit
I was convinced that can't nobody win this shit
Now what bitch? Stand no chance for romance
I ain't tha type to hold hands & slow dance
Openin' doors & pullin' out chairs
I like to drive a bitch crazy make her pull out her hair
[Chorus: x2]
Girrrlllll!
I don't trust you
Nawwwwwww!
Girrrlllll!
I don't love you
Fuck you!
Yeaaaaaaa!
[Verse 3:]
You could never be my wife or the mother in my house
You fail me because you like to run your mouth
Now others in position got dropped because
They was just to quick to drop they draws
Man god damn, bitches play to much
And alot of men tolerate way to much
Don't get me wrong, some women take to much
Most time bitches friends hate to much
Them broads around you fake as fuck
What we got ain't shit if they can break it up
If you decide leave then Hey Good Luck!
But to me either way it don't make a fuck
Straight Up!
[Chorus: x2]
Girrrlllll!
I don't trust you
Nawwwwwww!
Girrrlllll!
I don't love you
Fuck you!
[Chorus:]
We don't talk to police
You heard what the big homie face told ya, yeah
We rely on the street
You fuckin with a thoroughbred real face soldier, yeah
I don't fuck with the POPO
It's middle finger to the sky
When I see a black and white drive by
I mean, mug em
Look em dead in the eye
Tell em I never loved em
And hope that the day they die
It's a slow painful death
Hope that your casket
Blown up on the day
You forget to wear your vest
God bless any cop that test me
The local police will have to bring
Their SWAT to get me because
I'm a boss and it ain't that easy
I got me a 3 oh 8
And my aim is greasy
One shot, one kill, one day believe me
I'll be a thousand yards away
Ain't no way you'll see me
The ghetto all up in north
The game needs me
The heavy artillery arms dealer
I'll save you a snub nosed
With a Colt named Sneezy
To run up in the motherfuckin precinct
[Chorus x2]
Fuck the POPO
Fuck the ATF
Don't even scream freeze
You better save your breath
Cause I'm a take off
Faster than a G4 jet
Smash through the back door
And leave the screen door wrecked
Oink, oink, pig, come on
Catch me if you can
I'll be on the next flight
Directly to Japan
I'm a street soldier
Green Beret
Fuck the FBI
And the DEA
These streets
I ain't nothin nice
Out on the block on the grind
Tryna duck the Vice
It's a drought right now
So I'm a up the price
I'm the only one on
So now I'm lovin life
I'm blinded
Why you wanna hate on me?
Start snitchin
Run off and tell the HPD
That I hustle
And here we get your aide on me
I don't squeal to the pigs
I'm a HOG
[Chorus]
You a cop, homie
You just didn't get a badge
And a squad car
In exchange for your ass
You took the stand
And told on your folks
The money they had made
The dope they had sold
Either you was fuckin a gay DA
Or you was just workin for the DEA
But I don't give a fuck
What you gotta say
You don't get hit with six bricks
And never do a day
Come on, homie
We know what it is
Confidential, my ass
We know what you did
You a motherfuckin bitch
A motherfuckin snitch
When I pass you in traffic
I'm a holler 'Suck a dick'
It's fucked up, when you see a hustler
To turn into a undercover officer
Now he sold us out
Fuckin with the Vices
And when he come around
He got on recording devices
I know what it is
It's like rollin the dice
Either you get paid
Or you get Life
But keep it movin
When you see me
Cause I don't want anybody thinkin
?Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass here
But first let me hit that boy
We blazed to haze
And drift away to encampment
Get my mind right
Then escape to the basement
We spent many moments
Minuets turned to hours
Motivated by the money
A passion for the power
Cowards talked very seldom acted
Bitches with nothing to do but hate on Staks shit
Worked my ass off
Stayed focused and made moves
Thus began the voyage from
Lebanon to Baton Rouge
I've been comin? iced out
Jumping out of limos
Walking threw different wards
Giving away my demos
From Houston to Brooklyn
On tight ass beats
Flying coach man
I hate these fuckin?
Tight ass seats
I knew the ride was rough
But I ain't scared to fly
I'm at piece with my self
And I'm prepared to die
I come back off tour
Covered in mud
After walking threw neighborhoods
Full of Cribs and Bloods, I'm
Dirty dirty, rough and raw
Kept it real with my people
Never fucked with yall
Say fuck the law
Fuck the brauds
Live my life to the fullest
And I did it because
Dirty dirty, rough and raw
Kept it real with my people
Never fucked with yall
Say fuck the law
Fuck the brauds
Live my life to the fullest
And I did it because
I was a turnout raised on some big boy shit
I love fully automatics and red nose pits
I love clubs when there crunked rowdy and wild
I love rappers with their own original style
I love big boned brauds down home cooking
I love to retaliate on the blind side when the bitch ain?t looking
I see a lot of wannabes but I can't let that bother me
Thinking it will be their downfall, that's my falsify
Honestly this whole shits and atrocity
Quote me
H A Y S T A K apostrophe
M A K apostrophe M I double L
I O N he who blaze new trails
I've been cuffed and took to jail
For possession and sale
You know I ain't gonna tell
Go on get me a bail
So I can go and grab these L?s
Out of grannies and paws
I got them hid way back deep in the garage
That's
Dirty dirty, rough and raw
Kept it real with my people
Never fucked with yall
Say fuck the law
Fuck the brauds
Live my life to the fullest
And I did it because
Dirty dirty, rough and raw
Kept it real with my people
Never fucked with yall
Say fuck the law
Fuck the brauds
Live my life to the fullest
And I did it because
Way back in the woods where the weed plants grow
Where the bulldogs fight till they can?t no more
We smoke that dodo, that straight dro
You talk that big shit and still blow that Pedro
Make 'do before you come here bumping your gums
You had me standing over your body like
"What have I done?"
I mic becomes a smoking gun before the time that I'm threw
A murder weapon used to do every fool in your crew
I get a rush when I just pick it up and hold it
Check, check, Stak, be careful that's loaded
I exploded on the scene like napalm
That white boys the bomb
Every word was as holy as the Qurran
Or the King James Bible
The book of Mormon
I done seen homies turn to confidential informants
And that's
Dirty dirty, rough and raw
Kept it real with my people
Never fucked with yall
Say fuck the law
Fuck the brauds
Live my life to the fullest
And I did it because
Dirty dirty, rough and raw
Kept it real with my people
Never fucked with yall
Say fuck the law
Fuck the brauds
Live my life to the fullest
Cool People
If it wasn't for the bad...there wouldn't be no good
i want you to honk your horn if you're just glad to be livin. Me, i'm big haystak, its just a pleasure to be here. A lil jam i wrote about some people that mean a lot to me: n it goes a lil somethin like this...
i dedicate this to true friends, the ones that gunna be there weather you're in a bubbelized benz or the federal penn. The ones that'll show you love when you're surrounded by hattin won't say ntohing behind you're back they can't say to your face. The ones that'll come to your grave and pour beer on you plaque, cry at your funeral weather you like it or not. The ones that'll put money in the mail, go check on your kids in gail while youin jail (now that a real mother *shhh*). The ones you can turn to when you need them the ost, tell you to stay focused and keep your enemys coastal. The ones that aint worried aobut what they can get out of ya, be there wtih twenty people talkin bout he funna kick the shit outta ya. The ones that watched suckas come and go cuz they were really friends proved their loyalty to you time and time again. The ones that knowyou and what you're all about, the ones your life wouldn't be the same wtih out, them damn
cool peoples....and you will always be cool with meee coool peoples.... and you will always be ever so cool ....
Leavin you was the hardest thing i ever had to do i dunno if was ur mouth or my attitude that destroyed our grove. We're not dancin, we're just walkin in circles screaminat eachother til we both turn purple. Heard you gotta new man, gotta new plan, i wish you the best you kno what i'm sayin regaurdless You're cool with me...from time to time i think about you to help the hours pass, remenis how you were shaped llke an hourglass come to think of it we aint even spoke in months, hit me up lil mama we can.... cuz you...
cool peoples....and you will always be cool with meee coool peoples.... and you will always be ever so cool ....
The ones that get lost along the way will find their way back, the ones who had love for Jay before he was haystak. The ones that will watch your back when you're drunk in the clubs, come to your girls and get you to keep from *shhhh* The ones that will always be behind you, when you get the big head, they'll be ther eto remind you, where you came from and who you really is, the ones thats been there since y'all was little kids. The ones who loved you told you, you can do anything you wanted too whatever you decide, gimme everything you got boo. The poeple you can turn to in your time of need holla at your home boy to hussel he dun brought you some weed. The people that'll be there in jail to see your ass put their fist to the glass, one love hommie. The ones that'll be down til the very end, y'all aint related by blood but they just like kids.
nothin but nothin but nothin, nothin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin but nothin, nothin but nothin but nothin ntohin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin..but nothin....
Haystak: you can't tell me, naw naw naw. you can tell me.....naw naw naw naw nawwww...you can't tell me naw naw naw n
nothin but nothin but nothin, nothin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin but nothin, nothin but nothin but nothin ntohin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin but nothin nothin nut nothin..but nothin....
You can't tell me....
Nothin bout tratics, nothin bout attics, nothin bolut caskets, so many deaths in my falmily. Can't tell me nothin bout trauama, nothing bout pain, Nothin bout satsout losin my people over cocaine. Nothin bout killer greens nothin bout enemies, nothin bout shit i seen commin up in Tennessee. Nothin bout stress, cant tell me nothin bout worries, nothin bout husselin til i'm dead and burried. Can't Nothin bout rolexes *if your second hand ticks* Nothin bout growin up wearin *second hand shit* Nothin bout the dirty shit i've seen in my past when i was trippin like a junky baby feenin for cash. Can't tll me....
Cant tell me...nothin but nothin but nothin, nothin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin but nothin, nothin but nothin but nothin ntohin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin but nothin nothin nut nothin..but nothin....(x3)
Nothin bout casts, still with my ameigo. Nothin bout bein strapped everywhere that we go. Nothin bout hard times, nothin bout nickles and dimes, nothin bout being confined, nothin bout doin time. Nothin bout writin write in 6 by 8 cell, bangin on the wall to make a beat. You can't tell me nothin bout thinkin fast, nothin bout stackin cash, nothin bout the task on my mother fuckin ass. Nothin bout have a blast and losin my focus, when i was paranoid-noid...a choosen my focus *what?* Nothin bout bein hemmed up but never did talk nothin bout bein so drunk i couldn't even walk. Nothin bout the chalk that outlines my enemies nothin bout the salt they tried to throw in my facinity. nothin bout the feelin i feel when i make bail, nothin bout bombs and law...naw!...cant tell me
Can't tell me nothin but nothin but nothin, nothin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin but nothin, nothin but nothin but nothin ntohin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin but nothin nothin but nothin but nothin nothin nut nothin..but nothin....(x3)
Can't tell me nothin bout weed, can't tell me nothin bout greed, can't tell me nothin bout dumpin the blood and twistin the leaf. Can't tell me nithing bout no chife ass trifflin hoes taht my granddaddy dind't tell me a long time ago! Can't tell me nothin bout drama, nothin bout migreat, nothin bout crystal, n nothin vout mouette. Nothin nothin, my daddy was the same way, no time for practice stupid ass every day is game day. Nothin bout deep shit, nothin bout hot water, nothin bout cheap tricks, who trickin like the godfather. Nothin bout double blotter taht i served to those stoners, nothin bout bein an outcast and hangin with lauders....nothin
I don't even know saw in me, could've had a man with a law degree, in a house on the hill where you otta be. Spendin money like you just hit the lottery. On vacation in the Florida Keys..by now you could've had a family. Instead you ridin around smokin trees, droppin off Tim in a seddan with me? Has it been what you thought it'd be? Did you think i'd change? Its like losin a loved one every day i dun put you through so much pain. But you stuk with me stayed with me, soon to be with your smile, i've been sold onyou from the get-go girl addicted to your style. From on top to on trial, been wtih me a while, a million steps, a thousands miles, too last to stop now. I'll never be through repayin you for everything you've done, put that on my million reasons why you my numba one...
I was dressed to impress i had on two-hundred dollar cologne...she don't know when i'll be home, but she knows how long i've been gone. When i walked in the house, she was waiting on the couch, i know i'm funna have to hear her mouth...but thank you for stickin..thank youuu....with a brother like me..brother like mee...
I went from buying you tennis shoes and gold rings, to platnium links and pearls, you my boo and for you, i'd do anything in this world girl, i aint much on espressin my feelings so let me jstu skip on my sexual healin, and while we jsut sittin here cheffin and chilln, youi ever thought bout bein Mrs. MacMIllin? In a house wtih a chim, you followin me? You ever need anything holla at me, all of my cheese, you be on my mind like a college degree, i be honest with you, you be honest wtih me. I worte this watching you sleep, how deep is that girl, you tell me?
Oh... from the first time we made eye contact, we had crazy chemistry. From my tattoos to my stab wounds shes diggin on every inch of me. Recently, i aint been no good at all. Don't see me, all i want to do is ball. If you need me, all you got to do is call on some ballin trifflin no good dogs like me...brothers like me....(etc)...
A brother like me mack bad decisions, regret them later on, a brother like me gunna run them streets til the break of dawn. Cuz a brother like me be on the grind, but a woman like you be on my mind. I'm tryin to find some time we can drink some wine, make a lil love *haha* Brothers like me be handelin business you can not be callin me every few minutes, i fyou love me, just trust me, you know that i'm fully committed cuz a brother like me gunna make it better a brother like me gunna keep you wetter, it ain gunna be like this forver, just work with me boo!
If you leave me it won't be easy, but i'll adapt eventually, just remember what i've taught you and never be any ones's bitch baby. A brother like me gave all i had but i guess it wasn't enough, don't let me see you with no buster cuz when i do, I'm fuckin him up...
Hey homie where you come from
Who me I come from tha bottom tha bottom tha bottom
Tha bottom by haystak mak million
The trials and trigilations of the lost souls forced to life
On the bottom we do what we got to do
Baby there aint no rules no regulations
There's only playing and hating down here
What side are you on side are you on side are you on
Coming up I didn't have a pot to piss in
Now I shine watch me glisten remenissin
Didn't listen folks told me id be killed
I was hypnotized by gun smoke power
And big bills cold chills chrome and gold wheels
Driving in a ? in and out of Nashville
Damn it feels good riding leather with the wood
Its in my blood I just don't give a fuck
Living it up hit the club gleaming
Step on stage the crowd start screaming
Cant slow down no time now
On to the next town we proudly present haystak mak
Mr. down south shit shining like a iced out silk outfit
Down here we having things
Damn them player haters clocking digits like adding machines and calculators
We done came so far still we got so far to go
Yea we came from the bottom but where are we now
About a hot step from being world renown we done came so far
Still we got so far to go yea we came from the bottom but where are we now
About a hot step from being world renown
I go visit my homeboy he grew a beard his hairs all matted
Up tatted up he act like 30 is 25 added up
Went from having money and girls with beautiful skin
Now he's just another number in the federal Penn
He tell me haystak you know what to boy
God got a plan for you boy we always knew boy
My boy don't let your talent go to waste
There wont be no cds and tapes in this god forsaken place
When you on top they gone hate that ass
You know it don't stop better make that cash
No one lives forever my time here's temporary
And they cant burry memories in no cemetery
When I die look up in the sky
When that cloud shaped like a drop top lac floats by
Haha that will be stak mak look close bopping his head
Weaving between the stars still dodging the feds
We done came so far still we got so far to go
Yea we came from the bottom but where are we now
About a hot step from being world renown we done came so far
Still we got so far to go yea we came from the bottom
But where are we now huh huh
Represent that boy my lyrics sting like rival clicks
That round the corner down south survivor shit
My boy survived three or four gunshots leave the hospital worst than before
Hollering this means war off his mommas front porch
Id like to propose a toast to getting paid for life
You want it you got to work for it
Day and night that's right that's right you heard me boy
You want to learn to get that money observe me boy
My people been gone my people doing time
Wrote this with you in mind
Im a see you shine say a prayer for my players
Living life on the run before its all said and done
Were going to shine like the sun destined for number one
Damn second or third use communications to move the nation
Thru the power of words shining like pearl paint
My people is plenty paid sitting in the shade
Mixing tanguray with minute maid lemonade
And ah we done came so far still we got so far to go
Yea we came from the bottom but where are we now
About a hot step from being world renown
Ugh, you I ain't forgot where I came from
Touring big city's nation wide I never changed from
Backwards pimping the moon dogs balling
Baby I aint tripping Im just balling where Im calling
You know id like to dedicate this song
To my grandparents for teaching me
Just because we start out on the bottom
We don't have to stay on the bottom nooooooo
I wish you could see me crying like a baby
Grieving not believing he's on a machine keeping him breathing
He aint leaving hell naw he's staying right here
Hoping Im dreaming caught up in a nightmare
Emergency technicians cut him out his clothes
So they could see tha bullet holes put tubes up his nose
I suppose I'm suppose to be strong but damn that
My boy was supposed ta live longer
I'm remminesn bout drinking brews and smoking blunts
Prayed for the first time in months
God I know you cannot allow this madness to go on for so long
But I think you proved you point were going to live right for now on
His momma helped to tell me his fight was incredible
But it's inevitable if he makes it he'd be a vegetable
Raised nurtured him too much love
Too sit and watch him hurt so him pulling tha plug
I walked in seen him laying there
Looked like he was sleeping lights was blinking machines wasn't beeping
It was just me my homie had flat lined
so I hugged him told him I loved him For tha last time
(Chorus)
I wish you could see me
I wish you could see me
Wish you could see me
I wish you could see me
Cruel intentions complicating doom
Pulling for my partner in tha operating room
Sewed him up put him in I.C.U.
The doctor told his family thieve done all they can do
We had high hopes just knowing he'd pull through
But he got this look on his face like he just knew
He might not be able to come back
I said squeeze my hand if you feel me he didn't react
So that's one more homie that we lost to the late night
(Rain Starting)
Kill tha head light pull up at tha grave sight
We were there twenty minutes seemed like forever it lasted
His brother broke down his moms collapsed on tha casket
See tha caretaker throw the first shovel of dirt
I cant begin to describe how much that hurt
I can begin to describe I aint going pretend
I can't begin to describe that
(Chorus)
In this game I don't lost some money but I can make my N's back
I done lost some homies but ill never get my friends back
Thick and thin we thought it wouldn't end
But we were wrong son life does not go on
Alone he died, He's strong I tried
But even grown men cry sometime no sunshine
Just gray skies tear filled eyes sad goodbyes
Visualize my homies ride, (?) before he died he said
Be patient it'll happen god aint calling you to balling
Stak you is meant for rapping be in shape
For your life to end you wound up in the Penn
For a mistake missed your big break
So now Im trying not to die myself
Choose my goals go for the gold and apply myself
I felt pain for henrys; I stained middle ones hurt worst
I see us putting you in the hearse
The redwood casket all gold trim
Three piece pin strip gators and brim
I can here him saying straighten up, you got music to tend to
Tell the country how we made good all that bad we been through
(Chorus)
Ohhhhh
I wish you I just wish you
Could just see me man I just miss you
And I just wish you could be with me cause
I miss you and words can't describe the pain
That I have felt since you have been gone
Since you've been gone long, long, long, gone
Soooooooouth Siiiiiiide! yeah yeah
Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love
Those who didn't (Ha Ha)
[Verse 1]
I reckon I'm country like biscuits and gravy
Balling just picture me baby
You and me hit you so crazy
You gonna be pushing them daises
We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades
While you hustling on the block
We fishing in the Everglades
Reckon I run up in this liquor store
Pick up a fifth of that Crown
We were puffing on that herb
When y'all break it down and frown
Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in town
They used to call me JD out South slinging pound
Had to hit it then quit it, get in and get out
Lay low when you see some shit in the south
Hate on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow
So mean I'll eat glass, wash it down with gas
Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass with cash
[Chrous]
I reckon we fully prepaired
Reckon you oughta be scared
Reckon we out of control
Thinking bout platinum and gold
Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now
Reckon you bitches gonna learn
You can't keep Haystak down
I reckon we fully prepaired
Reckon you oughta be scared
Reckon we out of control
Thinking bout platinum and gold
Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now
Reckon you bitches gonna learn
[Verse 2]
I reckon I'm southern like fried chicken
I'll be here till I leave yo
Colisseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast
My people(echo) country as collard greens
Money hungry dope fiends
Go get that cheese by any means
Even if it means- we got to ride like Matt Dillon
Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon
I came up with cash villians
Riding right, sack dealin
We be in the back chillin (in the back, in the back)
In the back of the club
In the back of the limo
Nothing changed but the day,the date on my
Presidential
I came hard on my first
I came hard on my second
I come hard on my third
Do you reckon? I reckon
[Chrous]
[Verse 3]
I reckon we sliiiide like sports cars
Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar (car sfx)
Cops pull us over looking for rocks
Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks
You reckon you ain't gonna find nothing but cold cash
Why don't you gone write some tickets with yo old ass
I'm talking bad to security up in the club
You get out of line, my clique a fuck you up
They told me cowards won't dig it
They told me haters ain't liking it
I told them that ain't whats on my
Mind when I'm writing it
If my people had got popped and never did fold
Knowing they been took care of it
Soon as they got parole(echo)
[Chrous]
We gonna break this down and roll a blunt
YEAH
Since the seventh grade I was told I would never excel
Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail
Destined to fail
But I done came to far to turn back
Just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks
I learned to add and subtract
And I never went back
To that lil' school I had been sent to
Find some shit I could get in to
Been through more by the time I was eighteen
Then most people go through before they thirty
I'm from the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy )
Trouble-maker, hard-headed motherfucker
In one ear and out the other
I got a brother named bubba
Different daddy same mother
Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad motherfucker
My told me son it's time to settle down
Momma your baby's a player and I get around
I be up all night gone on that Hennessey and weed
The only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed
If I had a dollar for all of y'all
That wanna see me in my grave
I could just pack up and move away
And spend the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for every time
Somebody tried to insult my game
I'd be in the islands doing fine
Counting money sipping some champaign
Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my tension
I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile detention
I grew up making bargains to get back on the streets
I concentrated on paper just to get back on my feet
I'm money minded, saw my people progress
Paranoid, I'm underneath a bullet proof vest
Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains knowing death is certain
I know them killers is lurking
Ha, Ha, Smirking when I ride by they broke ass
I aint stunting 'em, cause they aint making no cash
I'm gonna let them royalty checks accumulate
We so good with it there's nothing you can do but hate
If I had a dollar for all of y'all
That wanna see me in my grave
I could just pack up and move away
And spend the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for every time
Somebody tried to insult my game
I'd be in the islands doing fine
Counting money sipping some champaign
Whooo
I gotta be thinking I'm get my ass killed
Filled with strap kneel
Cause over the passed years it's bad here in Nashville
This one's for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field
Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's real
Dropped a CD at every jackhead club
Out to get me thinking I'm a million dollar motherfucker
But at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Visions of Benz's be bought and money being burned
I might not hit the billboard but I'm keeping it crunk
And I get much love in Beechwood and lil Will's trunk
You know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see that
I get big love where I be at, Bitch believe that
So many setbacks I got to try to overcome
I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb
I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh
While that AK 47 shell cut me in half
Yeah, then you woke up you hater
Why don't you do something with your life
Get money boy, get up off yo ass
Stop hating on me and mine and get ya own
That's what the hell you need to do
Bring the hook back boy
If I had a dollar for all of y'all
That wanna see me in my grave
I could just pack up and move away
And spend the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for everytime
One of y'all tried to insult my game
I would just
First thing you know, Stak'll be a millionaire
What couldn't I do if I had that
*Engine cranking & tires squeeling*
It's time to step out on the scene (raise some hell)
I'm drunk as a bi-cycle (cycle)
Can't you tell?
Can't even see straight I'm (cranked as hell)
Gone on that g-g-green (Can't you smell?)
Step out the back seat of a 78 (Chevelle)
Club wasn't jumpin' so we (had to bail)
Fixin' to check out the next spot
My niggas is 'bout to wreck shop
We don't ask, we just bop
We run up, we get drop
Parking lot crunk (thugs and drug pushers)
Yeah you know the ski-low (blunts and the sub woofers)
Car fulla white boys (there's no doubt)
If some shit go down (Slim be the first one out)
Locked up with a fool three times his size
What you need, on yo' team, when it's time to ride
Abuncha dirty white boys, that's not for the game
We will take your ass to war like Sadum Housane
If you kick my ass, you gotta do it again
Every time that you see me till I finally win
(And then) I'm kickin' your ass until I'm content
You're gonna be walkin' 'round for months wearin' my finger prints.
(I'm none of them) goofy, white boys from the movies
Talk shit and have to shoot ya (Your hardcore!) absolutely
Take it across your face with a nickel-plated
I think my dog just got dislocated
[Chorus]
*engine*
It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)
All units be on the look out for a (Car full of white boys)
It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)
*siren* (Car full of white boys)
It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)
Dispatch we've got a visual on a (Car full of white boys)
It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)
*siren and engine*
(Aww man) (I ain't throwin' out shit)
Looked at my watch it said 11:36
Turned down 2nd Avenue in a big body bitch
Mean muggin' haters heads bobbin' up and down
Hollerin' southside out the window, my people don't fuck around
It's like they're lookin' for a reason to straight clown
We get gone on that goo and that straight crown
One hundred proof absolute, ridin' around blazin'
(All cars be on the lookout for a car full of caucasians)
Eyes so tight we could pass for Asians
So if they pull us over play like you don't speak English
Passed some pretty gals, I told my boy to slow down
Man your rides a piece of junk, the window won't roll down
We didn't get no play, from the ladies
(Naw) 6 crackers in the car, are you crazy?
I'm real with them crows, I ain't 'bout to front
Man we out of blunts, pull over fool.
[Chorus]
Stopped in circle K and got a box of sweets
Smoked one now we feelin' like (let's get somethin' to eat)
But Wendys was closed, I was mad as hell
I guess we'll go to Waffle House and get a Patty meal
But them omelettes is the bomb, shit, toast with jelly and jam
Hashbrowns covered with cheese, chilly, and ham
The awful waffle was packed, but I'm not going to Krystals
I'll be damned if I gotta go in here and eat with a [?] (I swear)
Fools is sendin' signals but not sayin' a word
I ain't payin' them no attention, 'cause I'm high as a bird
I placed my order, ate my food, then walked up out that bitch with an attitude
Got in the car, blazed the blunt from out the ashtray
Never liked main street, so we take the backway
My homey said pull-over, but I guess it couldn't wait
'Cause when my body hit the breaks it was like *throws up*
[Chorus]
(Car full of white boys) x 7
*siren*
[Intro:]
If you don't give a little somethin' back
to your family, you ain't shit in my book.
Come On Boy...
I was her baby, she guided me through life,
She whipped my ass for doin' wrong,
Rewarded me for doin' right,
I caused so many tears to roll down her face,
I was just young n dumb n needed my space,
But you was there for me, I could depend on you,
When I lost my first tooth, when I had pneumonia,
You put your own house up ta keep me outta jail,
I didn't raise no snitches boy, you betta not tell,
I'm gonna go do this time up off the street,
Just send me five or ten dollars a week,
Every Sunday bring me somethin' to eat,
Some chicken or macaroni, some brownies, somethin' sweet,
N to make it complete, I wanna whole pitcher of my Nanny's ice tea,
What she won't do for the rest y'all she gonna do for me,
Like she held me down I'm gonna hold her down,
Baby's a superstar, y'all can't control me now...
Uhn..Uhn...
[Chorus:]
Without you,
There's no me,
Without roots,
There's no tree,
There would be no history,
Without You,
Who taught me how to scratch a dog, shoot at home,
Which ones to mess with, which ones to leave alone,
Who told me lifes hard on yo' own,
Listen to me n you can live to be grown,
Perhaps you won't have to pay the dues I done paid,
Or make the same mistakes that your uncle made,
He was so real, Cadillacs, new Sevilles,
Pocket full of big bills, nerve pills,
I'm the new generation automatics and chrome wheels,
Raised by the old code, boy you don't squeal,
Uhn uhn, you don't rat, don't snitch,
You never fuck with a man dogs, money, or his bitch,
N in this life there very few free lunches,
Take your boxes with yo' bruises, roll with the punches,
When they tell you you was wrong tell 'em fuck y'all,
I could've never fed my family with a football,
It's a'ight to have some weaknesses, it ain't a'ight to let 'em show,
You'd didn't have no break in stints, so why the hell you let 'em know,
Somethin' I had to pay a price for I'm givin' you free,
Just hopin' you can grow up n be even bigger than me, Yo...
[Chorus]
So much more than a portrait on my upper arm,
He was the bomb, my dad an' my mom,
Huh I sit back an' smoke, thinkin' bout way back when,
tears trickle off my cheek onta an 8x10,
Don't even seem as though you really gone,
I'm still stunned, you treated me like a son,
An' no one made you, a lil' bad ass boy,
But still you raised me, and in the process,
I damn near drove nanny crazy,
By the way she's doing good,
She took it better than we ever thought she would,
You had to suffer so we understood,
Probably the last time we gonna come togetha as one,
They, my family n we ain't seen each other in months,
Experiencin' harder times with every day,
I find myself sayin' what would papa say,
If you were here, you'd guide me through this,
No doubt, but your gone, n' I'm grown, n' I know...
Words Like Hoogie, Cracka, Honkee, Woody
There Ebonic Slang Words Synonymous With Whiteboy
But Then Again Thats In A World Where Cowards Live To Tell
How Brave Men Lose Their Muthafuckin' Lifes
I'd Love To Say That My Picnic Had Nothin' To Do With This Shit
But Thats What The Be Stressin' The First Fuckin' Question
Ain't You Cool With Bubba, What You Think Of Slim
What's This Got To Do With Either One Of Them
First Off I Ain't No Sucker With A Miniature Deal
I'm A Big White Muthafuckin' City Deville, For Real (Fo' Real)
This Is How I Live, I'm Not Out Gettin' Money
I Probably Just At The Crib, Just With My Kid, Feedin' The Pits
Damn John Conner, This Fuckin' Beat Is The Shit
Where My Muthafuckin' Whiteboys Ridin' On Them Powder White Spokes
My Lower Class Dirty Ass Rowdy White Folks
Old School Dudes Fight With Knives And Pool Cues
Look Dude Don't Make Me Shoot You
Rednecks That Didn't Like Me Cause I Wasn't Like Them (Wigger)
Black Dudes That Didn't Like Me Cause I Wasn't Like Them (Cracka)
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
The Way To School And The Walk Home
My Whole Life All Day Long, All I Heard, All I Heard
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
I Can Hear My People Chantin'
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
I Think This Could Be My Anthem
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
The Way To School And The Walk Home
My Whole Life All Day Long, All I Heard, All I Heard
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
I Can Hear My People Chantin'
Go! Go! Go! Whiteboy
I Represent The Eighty Percent Who Support This Movement, This Basement Music (Basement Music?)
The Writers Who Write It, The Producers Who Produce It
The Pushers Who Move It, Damn Fools That Choose To Use It
Some New Shit, It Don't Even Sound Influenced
Try To Copy Me Could Get Your Whole Family Ruined
What Is He Doing?
I'm Doing What I Was Born To Do
What's Wrong With Him?
Naw, What's Wrong With You
Couldn't Afford Pianos So We Bought Keyboards
Sick Of Hearin' Why You Keep Beatin' On The Wall For Retard
Guess In My Heart I Hoped It Would Break Down
And I'd Be Free To Finally Escape Now
The Walls Changes Do All Things
My Bedroom, A Jail Cell, Bathroom On A Plane Tapping On The Door While I'm Taking A Shit
See Your Always Tryin' To Come Up With That Next Big Hit
Everybody Who Hated Can Eat A Great Big Dick
Point Shady Muthafuckaz Yall Make Me Sick
The Story Of Peasant To Pimp, Pimp To Peasant
Shoulda Released This Record On September 11th
Cause It's A..
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
The Way To School And The Walk Home
My Whole Life All Day Long, All I Heard, All I Heard
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
I Can Hear My People Chantin'
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
I Think This Could Be My Anthem
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
The Way To School And The Walk Home
My Whole Life All Day Long, All I Heard, All I Heard
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
I Can Hear My People Chantin'
Go! Go! Go! Whiteboy
It's Amazing What Rappers Won't Do To Make A Profit
I Bet If Your Label Told You, You Could Mix Hip-Hop And Gothic
You'd Be Triple Platinum Sellin' Records Over Seas
You'd Be Dressed Like Marilyn Manson On M T V
I'm A Fat Boy So I... Stick 'em, When I Let Them Pits Go... Sick 'em
My Gimmick Is... I Don't Have No Gimmick
Nobody Consulted My Image, God Made Me Pimpish (Whhhoooaaa)
This Is For Dangerous Parts, Where It Ain't Safe At Dark Projects And Trailor Parks
You See My Poster In The Record Store, That Brand New Stak's Here
I'll Be Back Next Year, One Love
From The...
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
The Way To School And The Walk Home
My Whole Life All Day Long, All I Heard, All I Heard
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
I Can Hear My People Chantin'
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
I Think This Could Be My Anthem
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
The Way To School And The Walk Home
My Whole Life All Day Long, All I Heard, All I Heard
Whiteboy, Whiteboy
I Can Hear My People Chantin'
They tell me focus on my future
But all I see is present and past
Had to talk to my momma thru a peice of glass
Seen grown men die for a peice of ass
The most respected men were the first to blast
Locked down going against the grain of the game wrong
No longer a child it pays to think now
Terrorists run wild in the streets of the Tennessee
Hustle hard get up on your feet and get blew away
Your either a predator (err) or its prey
Probably don't feel me if you aint living this way
Display patience today can be the day fuck fear
I'm a die either way people say give it up but
I've been in it for years I'm the topic of trash talk
To fuck with spilled beer I'm still here
Unlike most of my peers
Contributed blood sweet and tears to my career going...
Up, Down, Round & Round
City from city, and town to town
We got some money in the past but the time is now.
We been be Up, We been down
We been round & round
We didn't didn't come to play, joke, fuck around
We came to work motherfuckers better buckle down
I get mine sixteen bars at a time
You wont find many rhymes that are harder than mine
What I got to do break necks just to get checks
Sign with Suge Knight to get some respect
Drink cristal drive a brand new roles
Suck Carson Daily's dick just to be on his show
Fuck no, I aint with no kissing no ass
Even if it means being broke and getting no cash
I rather lay bricks then politic with you fake tricks
I feel like Keanu Reaves caught up in the hatred
I had my game sulted concentration broken
Explaining pill popping and the marijuana smoking
Warning you don't want to play with me
I'm not a die like the N-Y-F-D going...
Up, Down, Round & Round
City from city, and town to town
We got some money in the past but the time is now.
We been be Up, We been down
We been round & round
Life aint no joke stop smiling gun shoots and sirens
It pays to be trifling in this environment
Violence jumps in a instant
One must train to condition if intending to go the distance
Persistence pays to pray I put it down
Once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
Millions of motherfuckers live just like me
Lord have mercy have everyone down in the dirty
Commit murder for money It's hell being hungry
Stress like this turn doctors into junkies
The ground here is bloody no man can judge me
Ya I remember when I was young used to run with the crooks
Kept my ass in trouble should of had my nose in books
But I was seldom seen in the class room
Id be tryna get green shoot dice in the bath room
Up, Down, Round & Round
City from city, and town to town
We got some money in the past but the time is now.
We been be Up, We been down
YA'LL GONE MAKE US
by HAYSTAK
from: HAYSTAK CRACKS THE SAFE (2008)
CHOURUS(INTRO)
THEY TALK ALOT OF SHIT, THEN NO SHOW LIKE FEMA
HAVIN A HARD TIME COMMIN BACK JUST LIKE FILA;
UN-PREPARED FOR ME LIKE HURRICANE KATRINA
JUMPIN UP OUTA BEAMERS WIT DIVAS I CANT BELIVE IT!
BELIEVE IT GOT A WHOLE CREW A A-GAME KILLERS
FINGERS GRIPPED TIGHTLY AROUND AK TRIGGERS;
BUSTIN AT BITCHES WHO THINK IT'S JUST A BUNCHA FICTION
I'M THE TYPE TA GET TA BEEFIN MUTHAFUKKA BUNCHA
FRICTION!
TALKIN BACK AN FORTH LIKE SOME HOS IN A CAT FIGHT
IF HE CROSS THE FUCKEN LINE? CATCH EM AT THE RED LIGHT;
KILL THA HEADLIGHTS AN ROLL UP SLOWLY......(SILENCE &
CRICKETS CHIRPING THEN SHOT GUN COCKING)
WHAT UP HOMEY??? (SHOT GUN BLAST)!!
WE BRING OUT THA LIL KIDZ AND OLD LADIES, MAMA IN THE
STREET LIKE (SCREAMS) OH MY GAWD!!!
BURN RUBBER THROW THA DUBS(CWB) SO THEY KNO IT WAS US;
AINT NOBODY SAYIN NUTHIN GOT THE HOOD ON HUSH! WHAT!!!
CHORUS:x4
(YA'LL GONE MAKE US DO SOMETHIN TO YA,YA'LL GONE MAKE
US SHOOT SOMETHIN THROUGH YA!)
I AINT THE CHIEF OF THA TRIBE I'M A SCOUT,
AND I WAS DOWN BY LAW AS A SPROUT;
AND AS I GREW THEY KNEW ONE DAY THEY'D HAVE A PROBLEM'
AND THEY WILL FEEL THE ANGUISH FROM L.A. TO HARLEM!
NOW I'M BACK LIKE NO ONE EVER EXPECTED,
RECORD AFTER RECORD I WRECKED IT... RECORD EXECUTIVES,
SLEPT IT THEY GONE PAY THE DUES LATER;
OLD ASS MEN THEY GONE MAKE A MOVE LATER.
BUT THE RECORDS UNQUESTIONABLE THE ETHICS IMPECCABLE,
AND THE WORD ON THE STREET? "MAN THE CRACKER
INCREDIBLE",
I GET MINE LIKE NO ONE EVER DID IN THE GAME,
I'M ABOUT TO SIT DOWN TAKE A SHIT ON THE GAME EWWW
THAT'S NASTY NAW THATS CLASSIC
PUT IT IN PLASTIC WHEN IT GETS DRASTIC!
KEEP IN MIND THAT YOU DON'T KNO ME,
BE CAREFUL WHEN U MENTION MY NAME! HOMEY!!!
CHOURUS:x4
WHOO MAN I REPRESENT THE POOR MAN THE 'DRO MAN
THE BLOW MAN, NO MAN, GONE STAND IN MY SHOES'
AN DO WHAT I DO LIKE I CAN UNDERSTAND?
I'M IN DEMAND, CATCH ME GONE OFF THE SHELF,
"MAN THEY SOLD OUT. WE GOTTA GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!
DOWNLOAD IT MOTHERFUCKER GIT IT ANYWAY U CAN HOMEY,
I BEEN FUCKED UP TOO BELIEVE I UNDERSTAND HOMEY.
I'M A GIT MINE IT AINT U THAT I'M WORRIED BOUT,
ITS THESE SUCKERS WIT MY NAME IN THEY MOUTH
MY STYLE IN THEY MOUTH.
WIGGA ROUND IN THE SOUTH HOLD IT DOWN LIKE WHAT?
CATCH U AT THE AFTER PARTY AN U GIT FUCKED UP!
BIG STIZZLE,STAK MACK, CRACKERVELLI THE OLD G,
DONT ACT LIKE U DONT KNOW ME BOYYY!
DAM NEAR A DECADE I HELD IT DOWN,
THREE HUNDRED FIFTY-SIX POUNDS
STRAIGHT SHAKIN THA GROUND!!! HUH!!!
U U HARD ? LYRICS
CHECK CHECK, THIS MICS ON?
NOW WHEN WE RIDE HARD WE KICKIN UP DUST DONT LEAVE NO BODY BEHIND TO TALK, NAW NAW;
AND THE ONLY PROOF THAT MY CREW CAME THROUGH'LL BE THE PEOPLE FOUND LYIN IN CHALK.
ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE, FIRST CRACKAVELLI THA BOSS;
WHITE BOY TIL I DIE WHATEVER THA COST.
I'LL BE A LIE IF I SAID THAT I NEVER TOOK LOSSES;
BUT I'M TELLIN THA TRUTH WHEN I SAY IT DONT HAPPEN OFTEN.
I'LL BE PISSIN PEOPLE OFF UNTIL THEY PUT ME IN A COFFIN;
I'M A SEARGENT IN THIS ARMY PEOPLE LISTEN WHEN I'M TALKIN.
CAUTION!! CANT YOU SEE WE BUILDIN HERE;
ACTIN LIKE SOMETHIN YOU AINT'LL GET YOU KILLED IN HERE.
I AINT CRUDE OR RUDE I'M JUST REAL SINCERE;
THERE'S NO TIME TO WORRY ABOUT YOUR FELLINGS HERE.
HERE HERE'S SOME BOOTS HERE HERE'S SOME GEAR;
YOU DIDNT WANNA BE HERE YA SHOULDNT A VOLUNTEERED.
WE RIDAHS ROUND HERE AND WE DONT TAKE TO OUTSIDERS ROUN HERE;
KNOW WHAT I MEAN? IT'S A KNOWN FACT THAT YOU CAN GET IT ROUND HERE;
AND AINT NOBODY GONE TELL WHO DID IT ROUND HERE!
CHORUS 4 X
I AINT THEM GOOFY WHITE BOYZ FROM THA MOVIES;
TALK SHIT AND HAVE TO SHOOT ME ( U HARD?) ABSOLUTELY!
THEY CALL ME BIG BILL MURDER ALL BITCHES;
COMMIN OUT THA WOODS WITH THE 30 AUGHT SIXES.
E MACK'LL HIT A BITCH WITH A BAR STOOL TROY'LL BLIND SIDE YOU;
TAN HIDE YOU NO ONE'LL EVER FIND YOU.
T WAYNE'LL TAKE YOU TO A CONSTRUCTION AREA;
STEAL A CEMENT TRUCK AND USE IT TO BURY YA.
SONNY'LL MAKE A WITHDRAWL PUT MONEY ON YOUR DOME;
MY BOY ALAN VAUGHN PUT EXPLOSIVES ON YOUR PHONE.
WHEN U'S IN JAIL PUT A BOMB ON YOUR BROUGHAM;
AND IF IT GOES DOWN I HOPE YOUR MOMS AINT HOME.
DONT MAKE ME GET ON THE PHONE WITH RICKY RODRIGUEZ;
BITCH ASS COULDNT HANDLE VICKY RODRIGUEZ.
I'M NOT FAMILIAR WITH NO GENTLE METHODS;
YOU'LL BE IDENTIFIED BY YOUR DENTAL RECORDS.
CRAZY HOW LIFE CHANGES IN JUST A SECOND;
'SPECIALLY IF WE CATCH YOU AT THAT INTERSECTION.
CHORUS X 4
I AINT MALIBU'S MOST WANTED I'M NASHVILLES MOST HUNTED;
IN MY NORTSIDE HIDE OUT FUCKIN AN COUNTIN MONEY.
I GOT 30 HOOPTIES THAT'LL COME ROUND THROUGH THERE;
LIGHT THAT BITCH UP LIKE NEW YEAR.
I ROLL WITH THEM COLD PLAYERS G'S IN WHEELCHAIRS;
GET UP EVERYDAY GET OUT AND GO GET THEIRS.
THERES A HOMIE NAME D-LO SOMETHINS WRONG WITH HIS LEG;
AND THEY SAY HE'LL BE USIN CRUTHES TIL THE DAY HE IS DEAD.
BUT IF HE UP IN THE CLUB AND SOME SHIT GET SAID;
HE'LL PICK THAT CRUTCH UP AND BUST A BITCH IN HIS HEAD.
I GOT A HOMIE NAME WOOD WEIGH 350;
ITS LIKE HAVIN ANOTHER ME WITH ME.
I'LL BEAT THAT ASS WHEN SOME SHIT GO DOWN;
SAW WHAT ARE YOU DOIN PUT THAT PISTOL DOWN.
LEX PUT THAT HOMEMADE GRENADE AWAY;
DAM SAW WHERE ARE YOU GOIN WITH THAT RAZOR BLADE?!
CHORUS X 4
COURAGE STRENGTH BRAVERY;
START THIS FIGHT IN THE V.I.P.
THIS STORY IS HISTORY;
AND FUCK EVERYBODY WHO DISAGREE.
WE'LL FIGHT TO THE FINISH NEVER SURRENDER;
YOU'LL HAVE TO KILL US JUST REMEMBER.
WE DONT DIE WE MULTIPLY;
[Haystack:]
Yea that's wat I love about you so much, a lot of females you get a gangsta motha fucka and try n change a motha fucka
[Girl:]
He can't keep a low profile just stayin in style,
He's prolly somewhere rockin through tha karrotz right now
But he holds me down and he feeds his kids
Cause at 3 am I know what it is.
He callin bout the rocks in the closet.
He was runnin from the cops and he tossed it
And when there no one else he can call his boo I'm downtown in my robe and some house shoes.
[Chorus x2: just girl]
This Could happen to you if you're in love with a gangsta
Addicted to the thrill ya dig the constant danger
[Haystack:]
I never regreted callin those bitches and hos
Til she stood up like a soulja to six o them hos.
Po pos told her they knew she was lyin knew they was mine.
Most chikz would of started cryin but not mine.
I got an eye for an eye, ride or die, flip a pie type bitch, that's my bitch, my bitch never saw shoe boxes full a cash, never seen an air bag panel pop up out of tha dash. She wasted her past with them crumb cakes, small time dudes that only moved bum weight. I drafted her into the major leagues and taught her how to get this money gettin majorly. Baby
[Girl:]
I thought it was a robbery, til I heard him scream police he asked me about the keyz, I responded what keyz? He said don't you play dumb with me, I said sir are you done with me? My old man knows I ain't talkin ta them so if we're finished here just take me with him ladies
[Chorus x2]
[Haystack:]
She love me in white Ts, she love me in Sean Jon, She gon be in love with me till afta I'm long gone.
Bangin Bodies we given the head board hell at the Swisshill down in the ATL, she doin her job she gonna make it bouce back and if we get robed we gonna make it bounce back count stakz, blowin on the OG cush nothin means more to us than us
On the low I got a criminal gal, she know how to shot the strap, work a digital scale, from trappin and holdin my strap to livin off raps, be at my funeral with kids on her lap
[Girl:]
He had blood on his clothes when he showed up at our door, I shouldn't have been so surprised, I knew them boys was at war with some fools from the other side but my boo be the first to ride.
He just told me he loved me then laid down and closed his eyes
Come on, Come On... Come on... Ca... Come on
If you ever lost the person who was closest to you
I don't know what else to say other then me too
If you ever had feelings inside yourself
So bad... you had died yourself
I try to keep the depression to a minimum
But I done I carried caskets that had my best friends in em
I believe hearts can be so broken there is no mending em
If you recover, you're a true champion
Just know it can be done it's just a test of your faith and god
He gonna be with you every step of the way
I'm a sinner and I know I'm not living right
And if I were to die, out here chasin this rent tonight
Denied at the gates, casted into hell
Some how, that's secondary to cash and living well
Fuck a condo, a mansion, a bentley, and a benz
When I die, I wanna be with my paw paw again.
I had the strangest dreams
Ever since you been gone
They always end holding you
But I wake up here all alone
I had the hardest time
Picking up and moving on
I fall asleep hoping, maybe
I'll wake and you'll be home
Your momma named you Makayla Kay
I call you whop-gotti
I love ya like I never loved nobody
From baby food to hot wings
We done came along way
Daddy work all night and sleep all day or
Daddy work all day and sleep all night
But I couldn't sleep at all if I didn't know you was alright
Maybe one day when you're an older kid
I'll sit down and explain this soldier shit
About loyalty and friendship, honor, and taking vows
And other things you can't understand right now
You just see I'm not around the way I should be
And still she calls me every day to say that she loves me
One day you'll be grown with children of your own
And I hope every moment I'm not gone.
Boo boo, in case I'm not there when you turn thirteen
We all come to red lights, we won't see turn green.
I had the strangest dreams
Ever since you been gone
They always end holding you
But I wake up here all alone
I had the hardest time
Picking up and moving on
I fall asleep hoping, maybe
I'll wake and you'll be home
I done lost a whole lot of people to this thing here
In 98 we lost four in the same year
Sill beer, perpetuates a moment of reflection
And I try to freeze frame that picture of perfection
Me and you chillin, blowin, and getting gone
Back to present day and poof ya gone
All these years and it don't even seem that long
You ain't goin no where (hell no) he's to strong
He just sleeping, standing by the machine beeping
And ya momma said baby he is leaving now
And that machine is the only reason he's breathing now
I said god damn it and ran my fist into the wall
I was fucking with that brawd I oughta been with ya'll
And all this could of been prevented
It's amazing what can change in a few minutes
But since you been gone so much went by
Nothing changed I still like to ride and get high
And ponder questions, like why I am I still alive
Forty east bound blowing doing ninety five
Why are we even here, the answer to this riddle
Is a question that we been trying to answer
Since we was little, what's my purpose in life
Something big for me to do
Must be because if not then I'd be there kicking it with you.
I had the strangest dreams
Ever since you been gone
They always end holding you
But I wake up here all alone
I had the hardest time
Picking up and moving on
I fall asleep hoping, maybe
Can I get some of that? Can I get some of that?
Can I get some of that? Can I get some of that?
Hey man blaze this blunt
Can I get some of that Northern Lights
Four hits and I'm feelin more than right
Gimme some of that tru puffin player
Big ol buds and purple hairs
That light green, wit no seeds
Ain't nuttin like some good weed
Just puff puff till its all gone
Papers, pipes, blunts, bongs
Roll the windows up make it hard to see
So much smoke you can hardly breathe
It dont even bother me
I'm a pothead man thank god for weed
Can I get some of that
Can I get some of that
Some of this, some of that
Some of this, some of that
Some of this, some of that
Can I get some of that
Can I get some of that
Some of this, some of that
Some of this, some of that
Some of this, some of that
Can I get some of that
Can I plug it in
Right below ya nose, right above ya chin
Im a fuck till I nut, then puff this blunt
What, then we gone fuck again
Hey, Can I get some of that
From the front, from the back, I'm thinkin bout makin you scream
When you wake up in the mornin
Im a be gone and you will think it was a wet dream
Can I get some of that with whipped cream
Can I get some of that with lace
Can I get some of that with that I love that dick look on yo face
Can I get some of that hey girl Im talkin to you
Tell ya friend she's kinda cute, Im tryin to get some of that there too
[Verse 1:]
All I Set out to do was get some food and some rent money to. TO tell the truth the vocal booth was my sanctuary I spent endless hours in there I was so contreart damn I tell my boy nick to stop, man that wasn't it so let's take it from the top. but being in here beats running from the cops and swallowing rocks so I don't get caught. Knocked then locked, cuffed then booked and in the mean time court cases got me shooked. What they going to what's going to be the out come in the mean time I'm going to cut another album how come poor people never get aqquitted the mother fuckers say you did it then you did it. the next thing you know your being sentenced. snoody ass hoosiers like good ridence.Bitches you don't know how my life is you ain't ever had to live like this. Made front of my off brand no name high tops my people could'ntafford nike's and reeboks but you ain't about to pick on me mannn. my family doing the best we can. Goodbye, I never hustled to get by, I never hustled to get high I hustled to survive this is my life.
[Chorus: x2]
The road I came down was a bumpy one through the middle of no where old country one resting my feet where so confident I knew my work wasn't done for nothing
[Verse 2:]
People said id never live to be grown before id turn 18 id probley be gone. Sad and in a cemetary talkin to a stone feelin so all alone. Roll some purple kush or some northern light but my grand mamma says there's more to life then in good times I set down to write a good rhyme and rolled a joint that's every bit of a good dime. So stressed I try to ease my mind mamma said baby that's the way that it's gonna be sometime. id be so sick of trying most men would've coward out and just started crying I'm facing god so strong he won't leave me alone gave me a mind to think with to feet 2 stand on 1 hand to wright with 2 hands to fight with wrote a song bout my life it goes like this...
[Chorus: x2]
The road I came down was a bumpy one through the middle of no where old country one resting my feet where so confident I knew my work wasn't done for nothing
[Verse 3:]
Gun shots rang through the streets of my small town seemed like slow mo when
That little girl fell down sad thing is it wasn't even a stray they just aimed at that baby then
Blew her away they said it was sort of gang ignitation they were trying to display loyalty and dedication why didn't ya'll shoot ademo, me, red or jazz cause you mother fuckers know we woulda killed ya ass. I was that kid who went to school cause lunch was free and all they eva did for me was taught me to read hwo to write add & subtract how many grams was in a ounce of crack how many ounces in a pound how many ounces in a kilogram so what if I fail don't no body give a damn feel so solo came in the world dolo and that's why I'm going to go so
[Chorus: fade out]
[Chorus: x2]
[Intro:]
Telephone rings... This is Haystak... wat up dude...
what'chall gonna do... naw just stay with them broads man...
Y'all in the jacuzzi huh...naw, naw, Imanna rhyme... but go
ahead y'all have a good time... Hangs up... Cha'
I ain't got no time to fuck off money laid up in the hot tub,
Cuz where I'm from time flies by like hot subs,
Cops love to pull you over 'n' search your shit,
Call a female officer to come 'n' search your bitch,
You can't trust neara' motha' fucker to know where you live,
Cuz your frien's turn to your foes,
Bullets holes in the crib,
It's a trip, how the tables have turned,
From bein' broke, to spendin' money like you had paper to burn,
You haters gonna learn what most players already know,
Need to worry 'bout ya own hoes, worry 'bout ya own doe,
Windows break, gun blasts echo,
Swore revenge on 'em, now you just can't let go,
Gotta chip on your shoulder, I know how ya feel,
Pushed over the edge, yous a killa for real,
I bet you sleep with yo' steel,
Ready to let it rang out,
enemies catch ya slippin' they gonna blow ya brains out,
[Chorus:]
"Listen," "Listen,"
"What the fuck, you can't handle it?"
"Listen," "Listen,"
"What the fuck you gonna do?"
"Listen," "Listen,"
"Can't you recognize game?"
"Listen," "Listen,"
"Video survalience, unit one,
We are monitoring the suspect,"
You may got the feds outside, as we speak,
Posted up watchin' you, from across the street,
Rumor has it you offed yo' peeps,
Took over they territory, bought you a jeep,
Iced your teeth and your pinkys
Phones piercin' your ears,
Up in Vips screamin' ain't no bitches in here,
Whatcha mouth
You shinin' like a headlight playa,
You ain't gotta brag,
"That's the mother fuckin' feds right there,"
They hard to spot in the club,
Workin' they plain clothes,
Versatchi shirts, rollies, gators 'n' kangoes,
Look just like you do,
Airs, Axe, FuBu,
You think dudes cool,
But he's the fuckin' police,
You out there shinin', braggin', flossin', yo jew'ry,
Next thing you know you caught up in fronta the damn gran' jury,
Be careful who you talk to,
Neva' let 'em see ya be sof' dude,
These fools tryin' ta off you,
Hear me talkin' to you nephew...
[Chorus:]
"Listen," "Listen,"
"They don't know who they fuckin' with,"
"Listen," "Listen,"
"They can't recognize game,"
"Listen," "Listen,"
"Why the fuck they can't handle it,"
"Listen," "Listen,"
"Think ol' plain clothes dude goin'ta kill you man,"
Robbin' the wrong motha fucker got you caught in the win'
You went into hidin', started offin' your frien's,
Sent ya a message, the next victim 'ill be ya kin,
You put him in that position,
Now he got to do you in,
This fool goes crazy, he done been to the pen,
3 or 4 times, for killin' 5 or 6 men,
You had the hook up,
Front ya twenty, you pay for ten,
Five days shouldn't pass 'fo' you page him again,
Well, six days passed 'fo' they found yo ass,
Filled fulla bullet holes naked in the trash,
Shell casin's on the ground from a 44mag.,
Money that you owed still beside you in a bag,
Slit yo throat from ear ta ear, pulled yo tounge thru yo neck,
Local cops blamed it on the Columbian connects, and ah,
Couple days after you was gone, yellow tape came down,
I don't pop no bottles, homie
I don't do no pilates
I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate
I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi
I ain't no pin-up, bwoi
Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)
I don't pop no bottles, homie
I don't do no pilates
I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate
I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi
I ain't no pin-up, bwoi
Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)
This aint that bullshit, it's somethin I got to say
Not tomorrow but today, I'll be right away
I done been paid, I been broke and in that fo' do'
When it rained I got soaked, I had no dro to blow
My gal had foods stamps, she tried to get us food
So I did what I had to do to try to get get us through
Makin music wasn't always profitable
Major lables were a lot like hospitals
You don't always come home, sometimes you die in there
Someties they so backed up they slip and leave you lyin there
Soo, fuck em me, easy, and slick gon run this and
Just like we pump rich, we gon pump this
You underestimate me thinkin I'm some, bitch
And that's that shit that gets you sleepin with them fish
When they at my funeral, some gon say I was an asshole
Big Stak Mak, ho. Alias: Fatso
I don't pop no bottles, homie
I don't do no pilates
I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate
I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi
I ain't no pin-up, bwoi
Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)
I don't pop no bottles, homie
I don't do no pilates
I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate
I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi
I ain't no pin-up, bwoi
Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)
If you come round through there, it's gon sound damn near like new years
I sweaaar
Who would've cared if you died out there?
Fuck em, I live for me until I'm 6 feet
These streets, booby trapped and filled with banana peels
I'm tryin not to slip, it's hard to keep a grip
I'm holdin on tight, refusin to let it go
This could be my last night, look at it you never know
Catch me at the red light, bullet holes in my vehicle
If I make it back to y'all, that's gon be a miracle
Stratigic, my every move is tatical
A lot of dudes play rock hard, but on the low they vaginal
What you see in videos is mostly magical
What you're hearin now will some day be defined as classical
Big Stizzle, I'm so official
Like a dealer with a pistol, a referee with a wistle
I don't pop no bottles, homie
I don't do no pilates
I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate
I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi
I ain't no pin-up, bwoi
Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)
I don't pop no bottles, homie
I don't do no pilates
I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate
I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi
I ain't no pin-up, bwoi
Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)
Who you playin with? What you sayin, trick?
Please explain it to me, I don't understand it
I do damage to anybody that gets in my way
And repercussions away if he even say some shit about Hay
Get hit in the face, put in your place, punched in the face, toted away
Yeeeeeeah
Put in a cage for not controllin my rage
I'm caught in a stage where everything's ablaze in my mind
I can't sit still, I just stand and I pace
And I think about the day they tried to run up in my place
I'm cold. Blow they head off, clean at the neck
Take a stand like a man and demand my respect
Put my shit in check, keep my shit in order
I came a long way from baggin up baggies and sellin quarters
And I'm back like never before
You can just run up on me, let's settle the score bwoooi
I don't pop no bottles, homie
I don't do no pilates
I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate
I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi
I ain't no pin-up, bwoi
Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)
I don't pop no bottles, homie
I don't do no pilates
I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate
I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi
I ain't no pin-up, bwoi
Very few thoughts 'ill bring a tear to my eye,
But the thoughta dyin' without tellin' my baby good-bye,
Explainin' why, Daddy had to go,
Believin' that's the only way she'd ever really know,
I wish I could stay with you,
See you graduate school,
Grow old 'n' gray wit' you,
See your babies 'n' their babies too,
Baby you the only proof I ever existed,
'N' there was nothin' more addictive,
Than your hugs 'n' your kisses,
You know how much I'm gonna miss this,
I wish this bliss could be endless,
But that's just senseless,
It seems as though this is the business,
Daddy was a leader 'n' people followed,
I stay so caught up in the game, I seldom see tomorrow,
A desperado, who changed diapers 'n' warmed bottles,
Perhaps I could of been a more positive role model,
But DooWop I'll always love you,
Don't let nobody tell you,
Your pops wasn't no good dude, Naw Boo
[Chorus:]
If the sun comes up,
'N' I'm not home,
Be strong,
There's a life inside you,
Do your best to, carry on,
Tell the kids about me,
When there old enough to, understand,
Tell them that there daddy was, a good man,
A good man...
I don't know where your head was when you,
Just said “Forget us,” then you,
Took my baby, home to your mamas house,
Can't even cry no mo', 'sect the fact it's over now,
I'll I can do is thank God you a good mama,
Apologize 'cuz I put you through so much drama,
But I already give you half my doe,
You should have to write half my flows,
'N' do half my shows,
I keep the lights on,
I bring the bacon home,
Count the contractions,
Cut the cord,
Bring the baby home,
Three and a half karats,
'N' if you except my proposal,
I'll be that person you been searchin'
And the whole pursuit is over,
I got a show outta town,
Get my doe outta pounds,
Rock my baby till she fall asleep,
Take her and lay her down,
Tell her mama I'm goin',
'N' go and sing songs,
The sun come up 'n' I'm not home,
Somethin' musta went wrong,
So be strong,
[Chorus]
This is for the good men,
That went to die in Iraq,
My drug lord veterans,
That died over crack,
Convenience store clerks that get killed for nothin' more,
Than the measly contents of a register drawer,
I work to feed my seed,
Protect my offspring,
I stand here between nothin' an' everything,
On the verge of failure and success,
But I have done you an injustice,
If I don't do my best,
Daddies don't get to rest,
Daddies just gotta work,
If my back begins to ache,
I guess it's just gonna have to hurt,
Cuz daddies gonna make it through the work day,
Just so I can be a hero on your birthday,
I believe the worst days almost over,
In case I never told you baby, you my little solider,
Damn girl so cute, so strong, so smart, so free,
So hard headed, yo lil' ass's just like me, Uhn
Everybody wants to ride
Everybody gonna die
I ain't gonna slow rhymes to the top in no time
Stay show time, I showshine, running like I'm on the goal line
Grabbed the chrome nine, proceed with caution
Around here shit's rougher than Stone Cold Steve Austin
Floss, ridin' dirty with strikes against me
Say what's on my mind and the critics can give me
Some empty ink pens like clips, fuck a mind game
Welcome to my fully automatic mind frame
They say, "Fuck Haystak"
They don't say that when they see me
No 'cause in reality I'm bigger than on TV
Rolexes don't tick they glide, you can run, you just can't hide
My shit's hotter than pepper spray, bitch ain't barring me
I'm roundin' everyday, you weaker than R&B;
My life between [Incomprehensible] enough to make me psychotic
I was born up around the projects that's why I speak Ebonics
Everybody wants to ride, no one want to die
(Come on, now)
Why be afraid of one place on the other side
(You ready?)
Why live life in fear, death is guaranteed
(Come on, now)
Take it why you're here, money, hoes and weed
(Let's ride)
Motherfuckers think I'm rappin' for no reason for rhymin'
I'm motivated about the paper, the pussy and the diamond
But in the back of my mind, a part of me still exists
And still writes rhymes for the thrill of killin' lyricists
I'm serious with this like a massive heart attack
Talk that shit but you don't know part of Stak
Drop bombs like quarterbacks, B-52's
Went from interrogation to magazine interviews
Most of my life the situation was win or lose
You died on the drugs, money or your tennis shoes
This shit is deep, wolves dressed up as sheep
The enemy has got you thinkin' their your motherfuckin' peeps
I learned one thing comin' up in Tennessee
It's that people like you, you need people like me
To point your fuckin' finger and say that's the bad guy
Turn green with envy when my posse pass by
Everybody wants to ride, no one want to die
(Come on, now)
Why be afraid of one place on the other side
(You ready?)
Why live life in fear, death is guaranteed
(Come on, now)
Take it why you're here, money, hoes and weed
(Let's ride)
Nobody on your side, speakin' in the phone rapidly
You're thinkin' this motherfucker just blasted me
Hopin' it was a bad dream, the sad thing is, this is reality
And three seconds and you gonna be a fatality, like
Three, two, one, we're losing him people
Don't resist me, it will do you no good, if you try to fight
Just walk with me into this light, even though your heart is full of fright
Don't be afraid, relax, your tension is makin' it worse
There's no point in callin' an ambulance
Somebody get this man a hearse
Everybody wants to ride, no one want to die
(Come on, now)
Why be afraid of one place on the other side
(You ready?)
Why live life in fear, death is guaranteed
(Come on, now)
Take it why you're here, money, hoes and weed
[Verse 1:]
Visions Of Me Brutaly Executed White Sheets Laying Out Theres No Use In Praying Now I See What You Were Saying Now About My Big Ass Mouth And How Its Going To Be The Reason I Get Taken Out Fuck Em I Wont Duck Em Im Going To Live My Life To The Fullest Like I Have Teflon Skin That Was Resistent To Bulletes My Hearts Right I Just Prayed Last Night And First Thing I Gave My Life To God God God Cause I Couldnt Control It I Had To Step Out The Equation I Was Trapped In The Moment Along With Stacks Of Bread That Made Rubberband Snap Gang Pressure That Would Have Made Another Man Snap Blood Pressure Colesstoral Heart Complications Gon' Kill Before These Bitches They Keep On Procrastinating I Came Th The Conclusion They Ain't Gon' Do Shit And Im Gon' Call You A Ho If The Fucking Shoe Fits
[Chorus: x2]
You Catch Me At The Red Light Sleeping Sitting Still Catch Me At The Red Light Gripping On The Wheel Catch Me At The Red Light Aim For My Head If You Dont Like One Fucking Thing I Said.
[Verse 2:]
Bitch I Aint No Redneck They Hear My Shit And Condemn Vibe Damn Near Called Me A Racial Sumpremice Like Im A Skinhead A Mother Fucking Ariat Ill Tell You What I Ain't, I Ain't No Fucking Vegetarian We'll Get To Beefing Machines Will Be Beeping And Bleeping Them Straps Will Get To Clacking Clicking Dont Get Caught Slipping We Creeping And Sneaking We Let Our Actions Do The Speaking When You're Leaking On The Cement Your Gon' See What We Meant I Try To Prevent To See What Type Of Events Ya'll Gon' Make Me Do Some Shit Im Gon' Resent And It Wont Be My First Offence I'll Probably To The Pen Where The Color Of Your Skin Determines Where You Fit In And Then I'll Probably Get Shot For Not Pleadging Alligiance But Beleive When Your Locked Up Your Only Friend In There Is Jesus Like Him Destine To Die At The Hands Of My Enemies Im In Drop Tops Like John F. Kenneddy
[Chorus: x2]
You Can Catch Me On A Big Boy Dipping Through The City Set Bitches Had Alot Of Chances They Ain't Never Did It Yet I Ain't Gon' Sweat The Threats Ive Excepted Death And Yet It Gets Bigger With Every Step I Stepim On Competetors As If They Were Roaches Im The Years Of Learning That Turned Players To Coaches Ahhhhh I Cripple Lyricist Like Polio Or Scoliosis Mc's Were Ill 'till I Dropped My Diagnosis My Boys Are Sending Roses To Those Who Oppose The Allied Forces Roll Like Armored Rolls Royces We Gotta Make Some Choices I Got Em Hearing Vioces Split Em Like Moses With My Herbal Psycosis And What Do I Poses Its Scandalis This Man Is Madness Thats Enough To Make Me Go Bananas Damn Ya I Payed The Price To Be Glamorousim Under Survallance Im Flipping Fingers At The Camera
We've Pulled Together Pretty Well
Haven't We
(Yes Sir)
But Out Side There Sayin' That Some Of You Are Being Held Against Your Will
That You Really Don't Wanna Be Here
Now Either There Right
Our Were Right
Nobody's Gonna Cut You Down
If You Honestly Don't Believe In What We're Doing
Or If Your Affraid Of
Parents Or The Cops
So Anybody That Isn't 100% Sure Of Why We're Here
Or What We're Doing
Take One Step Foward
Attend I'll Come To You
Attention
About Face
Forward
(Foward)
Engine cranking & tires squeeling*
It's time to step out on the scene (raise some hell)
I'm drunk as a bi-cycle (cycle)
Can't you tell?
Can't even see straight I'm (cranked as hell)
Gone on that g-g-green (Can't you smell?)
Step out the back seat of a 78 (Chevelle)
Club wasn't jumpin' so we (had to bail)
Fixin' to check out the next spot
My niggas is 'bout to wreck shop
We don't ask, we just bop
We run up, we get drop
Parking lot crunk (thugs and drug pushers)
Yeah you know the ski-low (blunts and the sub woofers)
Car fulla white boys (there's no doubt)
If some shit go down (Slim be the first one out)
Locked up with a fool three times his size
What you need, on yo' team, when it's time to ride
Abuncha dirty white boys, that's not for the game
We will take your ass to war like Sadum Housane
If you kick my ass, you gotta do it again
Every time that you see me till I finally win
(And then) I'm kickin' your ass until I'm content
You're gonna be walkin' 'round for months wearin' my finger prints.
(I'm none of them) goofy, white boys from the movies
Talk shit and have to shoot ya (Your hardcore!) absolutely
Take it across your face with a nickel-plated
I think my dog just got dislocated
[Chorus]
*engine*
It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)
All units be on the look out for a (Car full of white boys)
It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)
*siren* (Car full of white boys)
It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)
Dispatch we've got a visual on a (Car full of white boys)
It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)
*siren and engine*
(Aww man) (I ain't throwin' out shit)
Looked at my watch it said 11:36
Turned down 2nd Avenue in a big body bitch
Mean muggin' haters heads bobbin' up and down
Hollerin' southside out the window, my people don't fuck around
It's like they're lookin' for a reason to straight clown
We get gone on that goo and that straight crown
One hundred proof absolute, ridin' around blazin'
(All cars be on the lookout for a car full of caucasians)
Eyes so tight we could pass for Asians
So if they pull us over play like you don't speak English
Passed some pretty gals, I told my boy to slow down
Man your rides a piece of junk, the window won't roll down
We didn't get no play, from the ladies
(Naw) 6 crackers in the car, are you crazy?
I'm real with them crows, I ain't 'bout to front
Man we out of blunts, pull over fool.
[Chorus]
Stopped in circle K and got a box of sweets
Smoked one now we feelin' like (let's get somethin' to eat)
But Wendys was closed, I was mad as hell
I guess we'll go to Waffle House and get a Patty meal
But them omelettes is the bomb, shit, toast with jelly and jam
Hashbrowns covered with cheese, chilly, and ham
The awful waffle was packed, but I'm not going to Krystals
I'll be damned if I gotta go in here and eat with a pistol (I swear)
Fools is sendin' signals but not sayin' a word
I ain't payin' them no attention, 'cause I'm high as a bird
I placed my order, ate my food, then walked up out that bitch with an attitude
Got in the car, blazed the blunt from out the ashtray
Never liked main street, so we take the backway
My homey said pull-over, but I guess it couldn't wait
'Cause when my body hit the breaks it was like *throws up*
[Chorus]
(Car full of white boys) x 7
If you don't dig this you definitely ain't from down here
Like this, here I say
Imagine me in a SUV
Sports utility, them boys from Tennessee
Ooh-ee the stee-lo, they know
Tennessee tags on the back of the Durango
Ain't no players like down south players
Them boys there do come clean, I swear
Can't every click duck crew
Do as we do
(I'm bout to starve) Me too
Let's get the seafood
All up in Red Lobster
Hey girl, you got a table for 20 players and mobsters?
Rollie's glisten, diamonds gleamin
Beepers beepin, cell phones ringin
(Hold up) This Haystak
(What you doin' later on?)
Come to the spot I'm droppin' the lyrics on this new song
(How's it go?)
It goes
Down South Players
(Gettin' payed in the game)
Down South Players
(Wearin' suede in the rain)
Down South Players
(Do the craziest things)
Down South Players
Down South Players
(Gettin' payed in the game)
Down South Players
(Be wearin' suede in the rain)
Down South Players
(Do the craziest things)
Down South Players
Play on
Ooh-ah, it's about that time
That I blaze a dime and pass it, write a rhyme
Perhaps I'll finish the one I was workin on a few days ago
Maybe they'll show me love and bump it on the radio
Here it go-go-goes
(Think I'm playin around?)
Hit the studio
(And start layin it down)
You see us down south players, we don't mess around
Whether we iced out, Dickied down
(In and out of town)
To this game I'm not new
Karl Kani to FUBU
Every fool in my crew
Done did they share of doo-doo
Man the south is cuckoo
These fools are trying to shoot you
Pistols be like (woah-woah)
Bullets be like (toe to toe)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha, where'd a white boy come from?
In the top 20 throwin low blows at dum-dums
My check comes in lump sums
My name's found in chump's guns
You want some, come get some
Yo Dan, drop them damn drums
Down South Players
(Gettin' payed in the game)
Down South Players
(Wearin' suede in the rain)
Down South Players
(Do the craziest things)
Down South Players
Down South Players
(Gettin' payed in the game)
Down South Players
(Be wearin' suede in the rain)
Down South Players
(Do the craziest things)
Down South Players
Play on
Down south players handle big money business
Can't you see the 20 inches while we gleamin' on y'all (gleam)
See, we gon' ball
Drop CD's like rainfall
Cut through suckers like chainsaws, ha(Damn, dog!)
Jump on the tour bus and ride out cross country
Pack my bags, bitch, arrive-derce
Next time you hear me probably be on C-D
Next time you see me be on TV baby
Hit like ball bats
Thinkin we all that
200 Pound, 6-feet tall cat
Talkin bout 'where them broads at?'
You got to love that
Seperate the weak hearts from the thug cats
O.G.'s from the rugrats
Chill, Stak, fuck that
Roll like a bulletproof Tahoe
Sittin on platinum Bravo's
My entourage consists of Down South desperado's
Follow the empty bottles, stems and seeds
Til you find a million motherfuckers just like me
I say player play on
I say player play on
Down South Players
(Gettin' payed in the game)
Down South Players
(Wearin' suede in the rain)
Down South Players
(Do the craziest things)
Down South Players
Down South Players
(Gettin' payed in the game)
Down South Players
(Be wearin' suede in the rain)
Down South Players
(Do the craziest things)
Down South Players
She was the prom queen, the world was hers
With a wave of her hand, whispered words
Hearts broken by her abilities
Addicted to the sweetness of a gentle kiss
Lost in a search for something she might never find
Never know if she don't try, the results will come in time
No time to smell the roses, let alone slow dance
Too many bad memories of forgotten romance
She walked out slammed the door
Damn him, she didn't need him
A child game she had to cloth him feed him
Alone after so long gave up hope
Convinced all men were abusive
Undependable heathens and sold dope
Mister right wasn't coming
A fact that she would have to face
She didn't have no time to waste, she had a man to raise
No man to chase, sick of living in this blasted place
No time to sit around weeping like a basket case
Her son made it all worthwhile
The only man that got to see her smile
She reminisced about her lifestyle before the baby came
She did what responsible people do, she changed
She's a different kinda lady
She's not often understood
She's a different kinda lady
She's not often understood
She was my best friend, my playmate
Moved in next door just before the first grade
We ran foot races, climb trees, caught insects
Before money and sex, powder and x
Before popularity came so crucial
She had love and the feeling was mutual
We used to cut our feet barefooted in chipped glass
Now we blow smoke as we skip class
New friends came, and with them came change
The pressure was all, would lil mama maintain
She began to drift away, the distance between us grew wider
Didn't have to speak to me, I could see the hurt inside her
I hear the words out of her mouth
But they don't reflect what she really feel
I've seen the smile before I know it isn't real
Artificial happiness, superficial friends
A nonstop whirl wind, when will it all end
Her eyes roll back, she began to convulse
They searched for a heartbeat, but she had no pulse
Autopsy results show she mixed powder and downers
And none of her new friends were around her
When her family found her, but a
She's a different kinda lady
She's not often understood
She's a different kinda lady
She's not often understood
She was a young girl seventeen, if I recollect correctly
A baby with a baby, that baby was me
She worked everyday still it wasn't enough
World was rough, ol' girl was tough
Drop me off in the morning
Come back and get me in the afternoon
Free spirits lost being guided by the moon
Used to take me to church, try to make me a man
But hard times put drastic changes in plan
She was out there, every time she got up, she fell again
In love with a bastard, stay in and out the pen
Alcoholic addict, never tried to change himself
Beat her to a pulp, and make her blame herself
I tried to talk to her, mama you don't have to stay
Just pack your bags and go, you can walk away
She tell me about this pain, hoping I'd never experience it
Baby boy love is some serious shit, I pray for change
Eventually it came, like rays of light after days of rain
She turned her life around, walked away never to return
Still tempted by the fire, just tired of being burned
She's a different kinda lady
She's not often understood
She's a different kinda lady
[Chorus:]
Just wanna spend
The rest of my
Life with you
Be your bonnie
Be my clyde
We'll make these cowards run & hide
And I just wanna spend
The rest of my
Life with you
Through the goodtimes & the bad
Boyfriend
Girlfriend
Mom & dad
Whatever
I search for a chick like me who blows dro
Cause she can appreciate how the sticky burns so slow
You know
A young chick with an old soul
Set through the fire
Just to hold hands while the coals glow
I'll build a house around her
We could fill it with seeds
And be like adam & eve
In the garden of eden
We can grow old
Watch it rain & snow
And see the sun rise & fall over yonder
Know that when the coals burn out
Cause one of is gone
And the other is broken hearted
Left to live life alone
You used to listen to me complain
About my real bad days
Rub my neck & back
And make it all go away
Always there with an encouraging word
I couldn't imagine
Having to be here without her
And I'm so scared of losing you
She say boo boo
I'm never gonna leave you
And then she sang to me
[Chorus:]
Just wanna spend
The rest of my
Life with you
Be your bonnie
Be my clyde
We'll make these cowards run & hide
And I just wanna spend
The rest of my
Life with you
Through the goodtimes & the bad
Boyfriend
Girlfriend
Mom & dad
Whatever
Lil momma your eyes
The candle light magnifies
Hazel turned grey
Then bluer than a summer day
Baby wanna run away
Far away to some other place
Where we can lay
Tangled in one anothers embrace
By the fire place
Till were old & grey
From Roca Wear to rockin chairs
Whatever you need
Just call & I'm a be there
Wasn't prepared to lose you
It hurt me so
You were addictive
And letting you go
Was no
Walk through the park
I remember the nights
That I'd just sat there in the dark
Pistol beside me, ready to use it
Writing a will in the book where I once wrote music
And then I remember
Somethin you once said
Layin next to me
Naked breathin heavy in the bed
You said
[Chorus:]
Just wanna spend
The rest of my
Life with you
Be your bonnie
Be my clyde
We'll make these cowards run & hide
And I just wanna spend
The rest of my
Life with you
Through the goodtimes & the bad
Boyfriend
Girlfriend
Mom & dad
Whatever
Police pull us over
I'm squeaky clean haha
28 grams in your bra
While I
Blaze the haze as we rode off
How could you be so hard
And still so soft
All the nights we used to ride
Held my tone
Got my name tatted right above your pelvic bone
My luck uh
Middle saprano
All of my heart
Homicide detectives
Have to pry us apart
Who'd of thought we'd part
The way that we did
Just a few months
After makin a kid
Does your new man
Do it like that
Candle wax
Down the small of your back
Does he
Bite your neck
Does he nibble on your colar bone
Do you still think about me
When your all alone
Used to grab you
And hold you tight
The heat will be back on tommorow
But it's cold tonight
[Chorus:]
Just wanna spend
The rest of my
Life with you
Be your bonnie
Be my clyde
We'll make these cowards run & hide
And I just wanna spend
The rest of my
Life with you
Through the goodtimes & the bad
Boyfriend
Girlfriend
Mom & dad
You seen that big ass whiteboy? Let that be the joker to start up some shit.
Bitch it's: H-A-Y-S-T-A-K
Haystak Mak Million
But if you can't remember all that, bitch then just call me
Big Ass White Boy
Now that you know who I am, check this out
I'm a time bomb tickin like tick, tock
I'm a 13 year old with twin glocks
I'm the streets that decide if you ball or not
I'm the rubber band around every ballers knot
I'm the judge and the jury when you fuck with me
I'm the pin in the grenade, go on pull it and see
I'm a target, everybody got a bullet for me
But I'm a tough kid and aint nobody bullyin me
I'm a battle ship, take the banana clips
I'm 150 bricks, over 5 thousand zips
I'm a fire truck, back up and let me through
I'm ecstacy, more sensational and deadly too
I'm a preminition, deja vu
I'm a human being mothafucker, just like you
I'm the sedatives you take when you need some rest
I'm the pills that you pop just to ease your stress
I'm a
Big Ass White Boy
(I'm down for whatever. We can do it when a pen and a pad, or we can do it with a strap on the street. I don't give a fuck)
Big Ass White Boy
(I'll have all y'all bitches hooked up to machines n shit. Sound like a bunch of dump trucks backin up, keep playin)
Now I'm a C-Dub affiliate who's not with that silly shit
I'm brilliant, I'm Mr. Mak Million
And I'mma vent my fuckin anger till there's nothin in the chamber
I'm the board, the booth, the mic, the pen and paper
I'm the blood and the sweat of every independant rapper
I'm the fugitive runnin, who refuses to be captured
I'm that tatoo on your neck that'll let these bitches know
Who you are, where you're from, every fuckin where you go
I'm that strap under the pillow, that dead bolt on the door
That voice in your head that says: Fuck em, let's go to war!
I'm the reason that that gaurd dog is chained out back
Barkin when he sees intruders like: "Daddy, go get the mac!"
I'm breakin news
I'm a rave reveiw
I'm a rock AND a hard place. Either way, you lose!
I'm a head-on collision doin 75 (Tires screech, cars crash) Nobody survives
[Hook:]
I'm a
Big Ass White Boy
I'm the leaves on the trees
I'm the stripes on the street, c'mon
Big Ass White Boy
Ain-Ain-Ain-Ain't nothin shakin but my god damn car keys
Big Ass White Boy
I'm the leaves on the trees
I'm the stripes on the street, c'mon
Big Ass White Boy
Ain-Ain-Ain-Ain't nothin shakin but my god damn car keys
I'm a mad man with a maniacal mind
I'm the beginning of the end, I'm a sign of the times
I'm an anomaly, you're no problem to me
I'm a 4 time vet, you're a prodigy
I'm a son, a grandson, a father, and a brother
I'm paranoid, "All of you fuckers are undercover!"
Schizophrenic, you're dealing with four people
I'm good one second and then I just turn evil
I'm a straight up cat, I hate a snake and a rat
I'm a threat to say the least, let's just leave it at that
I'mma stand by my word type, same puffin herb type
Represent these whiteboys who livin that dub life
(Cracker) I'm a (Hoogie) I'm a (Wedo) I'm a (Devil)
I'mma kill you if you pull out that 38 special
I'm a WHITE BOY till they throw me in the ground
WHITE BOY, ha, hold me down now
Big Ass White Boy
I'm the leaves on the trees
I'm the stripes on the street, c'mon
Big Ass White Boy
Ain-Ain-Ain-Ain't nothin shakin but my god damn car keys
Big Ass White Boy
I'm the leaves on the trees
I'm the stripes on the street, c'mon
Big Ass White Boy
Ain-Ain-Ain-Ain't nothin shakin but my god damn car keys
Been Stoned Kids
Ten Million Strong And Blowing Were Been Stoned Kids
Ten Million Strong
Fuck
Purple Syrup On My White Tee
Im Feeling Nicely
Smoking On That Light Green
Im Pilled Out
Eating V's And [?]
If I Fall Asleep I May Never Wake Up
Stak Wake Up The Weed Mans Here
Well Ima Roll A Blunt Why Dont You Go Get Some Beer
Gonna Get Inebriated Guess Its Just Became A Habbit Do This On A Daily Basis Safe To Say We Have To Have It
Blunt Boxes Roaches Pill Bottles All Through The Crib You Can See That Im No Role Model Bottles In The Trash Can We Dont Be Recycling
Its Had To Remember When Your Drunk And Eating Vicodin
Uhh But Anyway Thats Another 16
God Damnit Warren B What Did I Do With That Green
He Say We Smoked It All
I Say We Smoked It All
Well Lemme Give My Folks A Call Chillen Wheres The Alcohol Cauz
[Chorus:]
I Hate Coming Down Touching The Fucking Ground Guess Im A Junkie Because I Stay With Some Kind Of Buzz [x2]
One Day Im In Houston And Im Trying To Get Blue
My Homie Turned Me On To Some Dj Screw And That Tussin Ex Down There They Drink It Like Cris
After A Few Sips I Start Feeling Like This
Body Feeling Numb Everythings Gettin Slow Sounds Like This Musics Playing In Its Original Tempo
Tingling Sensation Talk About A Killer Feeling Boy That Syrups Like A Psychedlic Penacillin Sips Turn To Swallows And Now Im Really Gone
You Can See The Lights A Shining But It Aint No Body Home
I Dozed Off With A Blunt In My Hand Woke Up The Next Morning Smoking Man Cauz
[Chorus:]
I Hate Coming Down Touching The Fucking Ground Guess Im A Junkie Because I Stay With Some Kind Of Buzz [x2]
Demerol, Morphine, Nepadrine, Codeine, Gone On Them Hydrocodone
Im Outa My Body Outa My Mind Outa My
Zone
The Porch Lights On But I Said Nobody Home Pupils Swollen Heart Rolling Now Im Sinking In My Whole Shits Tingling Ooooo
[?] Feel Like Ahhh Body Feels Like Blah Oh My God
I Feel Like Im 62 Pounds And An Ounce Feet Swinging From A Cloud Lookin Down At The Ground Wow Xanex Valums Coladapins Floating And I May Never Come Down Again Nope
Higher Than A Hippy In A Helicopter
Stak Wont Wake Up Somebody Call A Doctor
Man You Better Not Touch That Phone
I Feel Good Than A Mother Fucker Leave Me Alone Cauz
[Chorus:]
I Hate Coming Down Touching The Fucking Ground Guess Im A Junkie Because I Stay With Some Kind Of Buzz [x2]
[Intro:]
"Check" "Check"
If I do not make it back to the comfort of
my house, understand that was Gods will 'n'
I've only lived this long because...
[Chorus:]
I've got angels lookin' over me,
protectin' me,
From people who wish death on me,
I've got tensions,
they constantly stressin' me,
People who'd love to see me restin' in peace,
But they don't matter, Naw...
I've got angels lookin' over me,
protectin' me,
From people who wish death on me,
I've got tensions,
they constantly stressin' me,
People who'd love to see me restin' in peace,
But they don't matter, Naw...
I've felt 'em around me since I was a kid,
I often wonder exactly who it is...
Is it Ernie, is it Ian, is it BoeBoe, is it Nate,
Is it, Kevin, is it Chapman, Is it Rog, is it Jay,
Is it pa, is it pops, is it pappy, is it mammy,
Is it someone from my crew, or someone from my family,
All I know is I wouldn't have made it this far,
Without those shining stars, 'n' I know who they are,
What they represents my people who passed on,
Five years, it don't even seem that long,
We made it baby,
I wish you was here with me,
Standin' on stage with me,'n' blowin' this haze with me,
But it can't be so I accept that, move forward,
To tomorrow, long live the desperado,
The big homie, the one that held it down,
Even though you underground, I can feel you above me,
Your like...
[Chorus]
Understand I've been blessed with the serenity,
To accept what I can't change 'bout my enemies,
But the devil tries to corrupt me,
I ain't no psycho, but don't push me,
Was we, trapped in a world we thought we'd wake up from,
It seems like a dream, but it seems so real,
Was it those pills, was it those drinks,
Was it that weed, was it just me,
Is this reality, that is what we goin' through
What you call overnight, we call overdue,
Easy way up boy, if you only knew,
I came up fucked up, from the same place as you,
Where bullets fly, 'N' people die,
Ambulances leave without 'em, Coroners pick 'em up,
You can buy the paper 'n' read about 'em,
Flip to the sports page, 'n' never even think about 'em,
Other people find it hard to live without 'em, Uhn..
[Chorus]
I'm the desperate souls,
Of a thousand old,
MC's who never had an album,
Go, gold or platinum,
They just rap for them, Fans,
That know the song like the back of their han's,
The ones that put Stak in demand,
Know that I'll never forget y'all,
Wouldn't be shit without y'all,
Now y'all say you the one that held me down,
Broke like a mother fucker underground,
Demo tapes, payin' dues,
Baby food, baby shoes,
Only way I made it way by the grace of God,
So God bless my family and God bless my squad,
We can't take no more loses, Nah,
Lose no more bosses, Nah,
What's this I hear about some fallin' off shit,
You think I'm really gonna retire,
I'm gonna let you wonder,
Until then just keep wishin' for incarceration or murder,
But I've got a presents around, that's why I don't wear a vest,
Not to mention, henchmen do not aim at your chest,
Death is inevitable, something you can't run from,
I'll come back 'n' look over some ye', some,
What...
[Intro:]
Sound of a bowl bein' burned... Cough, cough...
sound of bowl still bein' burnt...
Yo, I want ya to twist somethin' up,
I want ya to pour out somethin' to sip on,
'N' we gonna reflect on these backstabbin' ass,
So called friends we done had, A'ight...Come On..
[Chorus:]
My love is gone, my heart is gone,
I have no one here, to mend this broken soul,
"N there ain't no love, boy,"
My love is gone, my heart is gone,
I have no one here, to mend this broken soul,
I was once in the mix with some phony homies,
Who turned they backs on me when I needed 'em most,
N even though they my enemies I'm keepin' 'em close,
Cause I can either sink 'em or keep 'em afloat,
An' while the ship jumpers go searchin' for life preservers,
I'm gonna stay here and try to repair the holes in my ship,
Tighten the loose boards in the home that I built,
I did this all by myself, I didn't never need your help,
Dudes are dirty, they'll try to fuck ya 'gin,
No dog you got it all wrong, I'm your pal,
Put it on his kids lives, lookin' you in the eye,
Knowin' the whole time he's tellin' a fuckin' lie,
You were my go to guy, I could depend on you,
Only people out to get me were friends like you,
I know everyone out there can relate to Stak,
Cause they got stab wounds all up an' down they back,
An' that ain't love...
[Chorus]
Have you ever had a dude, ridin' with you,
Reppin' hard, he willin' to lay down n die for you,
Gangsta, gangsta, even do time fo' you,
But when it goes down you can't even find that dude,
They get like ghosts when it's time to fued,
We've been booed by them kinda dudes, a time or two,
But they stop playin' as soon as we start kickin' they asses,
Restrictin' they privileges, revokin' they passes,
Who ever brought you 'round we gonna get on they asses,
For even introducin' us to a snake in the grass,
I smelt the fake on his ass, knew he was artificial,
Never went to meet up with him without a pistol,
"You know the business,"
The reason we ain't breakin' bread
Is I don't really know you dog, you could be the feds,
N if that's the case not only are we offin' you,
It's over for who ever brought you through,
Cause that ain't love...
[Chorus]
They don't know what love is, let alone loyalty,
Backstabbers, waitin' for an opportunity to puncture me,
Run it deep off in my lungs, screamin'
While I'm barely breathin' now,
Look at you, yo' done,
Over the years I grew eyes in the back of my head,
Catch me slippin', my ass, fuck with Stak an yo' dead,
No exceptions, trust is a fabrication,
Thinkin' I won't blast you, yo sadly mistaken,
I watched 'em come an' go, but the real ones stayed,
A few of us stuck together an' a mill' was made,
N bills got paid, even when times was tight,
N I think about my people every rhyme I write,
In this life best friends can turn into worst enemies,
You don't believe me ask that boy Denahee'
Ah thats right you can't ask him,
Cause his best friend blasted him,
An' that ain't love...
[Chorus]
Well you lil' ship jumpers,
Did you really think I was gonna fall off withou yo' ass,
I wouldn't stay afloat, Yeah fuckin' right,
(x3)
Stop, (Stop ... echo)
Look but don't touch it,
if ya rub up against it,
I hope that you don't scuff it now,
(Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop)
I keep a sack of that sticky icky
A chrome nine millie wit me
A guy to watch my back
Incase somebody try to 50 Cent me
You either represent me
Or your up against me
Where I'm from
They let loose until the clips is empty
Tennessee, I'm from that volunteer state
Where when people get to drinkin'
The violence just escalate
We got young ass boys, drivin' Escalades
We whippin' Caprice's the color of lemonade
So much pearl, that them bitches look laminated
Pass by your girl, the bitches look captivated
Roll my eyes, at the broads and accelerated
I got indicted
And these haters 'round here celebrated
Show me a hole in the wall and a microphone
We get 'em riled up, in here things get thrown
Ornery, thats the way we roll
Rock northern California, the same as home
Now come on
Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka
(We keep it southern)
Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something
(We keep it southern now)
Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka
(We keep it southern)
Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something
(We keep it southern boy)
Big booty white broads, who she in the H-2?
Comin' through the drive thru
Sittin' on them (ohh uhhoo's)
Hippie starch, Timberlands with the matching jacket
I got that automatic, hate to have to cap a faggot
Blowin' big,
I'm on the scene spendin' massive cabbage
Catch me in traffic and transit
'Cause I be mashin' damn it
Imagine your hustle, amplified by twenty times
No time to sleep, it's a continuous grind
An in the street grindin'
like a motherfuckin' pepper shaker
Rollin' like a 18 wheeler (breaker, breaker)
I eat fader faker, like Waltor Payton leave 'em shook
Got the law tryna hit me with the book
(Ha Ha)
We roll up, like cigarillos, six figure fellows
Bitches be like hello, haters be like hell no
Southern girls keep it shakin' like some jello
Get off in the mix
And your subject will catch an elbow
Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka
(We keep it southern)
Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something
(We keep it southern now)
Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka
(We keep it southern)
Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something
(We keep it southern boy)
Down south money getters
All go no stop
Broads treat my pocket
Like the center of a blow pop
We don't smoke sacks
Naw boy we blow crops
Hit the mute button boy
(Siren)
Don't you see those damn cops?
Heads bobbin' up and down
Gone on that stupid juice
Lookin' for a reason we can act a fool, sup fool?
Fuck you, duck dude he's got a gun
Try not to fall
You get stomped when everybody run
I holla hey lil mama you the right height right width
Is that your girlfriend I'm into that bi shit
I've been addicted since the first time I tried it
The sight of them tongues touchin' gets me excited
Stack mack baby, aint a glitch in my game
Vaginas begin to glisten when you mention my name
And I don't drink champagne, but I'll buy some
And bust a bottle on a bitch if he try somethin'
Tell that boy! Now...
(x3)
Stop, (Stop ... echo)
Look but don't touch it
if ya rub up against it
I hope that you don't scuff it now
(Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop)
Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka
(We keep it southern)
Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something
(We keep it southern now)
Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka
(We keep it southern)
Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something
(We keep it southern boy)
Seems like yesterday, we was all here, you know? Money was good, good times. Standing around, drinks in our hands, money in our pockets. Nice cars. A lot of people are gone now, and for them, I wrote this here:
What if they told you you were worthless, born for no apparent purpose?
Would you believe 'em, and spend your whole life getting even?
See, I'm the product of a lack of logic,
Brought up by alcoholics right outside the projects.
Addicts and narcotics feed families; others have to starve,
No question there's a problem, but it's one I cannot solve.
Got involved selling dope, what them folks gonna do?
Send me back to jail so I can be with the crew?
Defenseless against the coldest world, homes,
I thought of growing up but never growing old.
Heard myths of a place where the streets were paved in gold,
My grandaddy took me to church, but they just never saved my soul.
(Life with no crime on my mind)
Life with no crime on my mind feels funny. [X4]
I want you to imagine rehabilitated criminals still making money,
Life with no crime on my mind feels funny.
"Cunning," "cold": words used to describe
The way I live, the way I've stayed alive.
85-95, that's a decade-plus,
Something's better than nothing when you ain't working with much.
Discussion with a touch of million dollar conversation,
We'll supply the products, push them all across the nation.
Distribution's a solution, music can be confusin',
Conclusions are illusions accused and bruised by new friends
When true friends who thick-and-thin think in statistics say
I will day any day if I continue to live this way.
Devoted to turning menaces to businessmen,
Nothing's popping in the pen, like to see you make a man,
Make a bank to break a rubber band,
So do what you gonna do and stop, ain't no career in selling rocks.
Just sit and watch life pass you by, stay mad at the world till you die.
Instead I get it together, got up out the game
Because I done did my work and I done made my name.
Never did get paid like I thought I would,
I don't think there's a million to be made in my neighborhood.
I never did get paid like I thought I would,
I don't think there's a million to be made in my neighborhood.
It seems like lately, I can't find no peace of mind.
Mama said, "Baby, that's the way it's gonna be sometimes."
I need some time to get away, get everything straight,
But I'm on paper, and that prohibits me from leaving the state.
Only had I known how it is once you get convicted,
Privacy invaded, rights restricted.
I wouldn't have accepted that plea bargain, I would have fought it all the way,
Caught my case in '93, partner, they're still fucking with me today!
Trying to lock me up for the weed that I possessed.
(They found it in your pocket?) No, in my piss!
House arrest, drug tests get popped on me randomly.
Like a fool, I'm still smoking with them watching me.
But that don't matter, they expect me to fuck up again,
So they can add me to the general population of the state pen,
And I can lay there, thinking about my daughter and my boo.
