1. |
Money Trees
02:07
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They screaming blood marry them men is on the rise
A menace in they eyes to the vision I oblige
Our mission is defined as divine feel the wrath
Laugh as I craft a blood bath your skin be ya raft
We just young dudes on the move don't front on the groove
Know the rules fool get the funds then dip like dunkaroos
~You see where I took that to the 90's where they grimy
I been riding with them riders so you know where to find me~
On the block with little bit paper little n*** s done turned into haters
They hate us wanna play us blaze us grip lasers
Slay us lay us down a few layers but they don't phase us
Face ya phases be gracious.. move through mazes
Embrace us my prayer God save us from fakers
Watch the grass to grasp money trees our own a snake us
No slave labors plan to own masters so I own acres
Frass Vision get razors cut you like wages war wagers
Outrageous out raving we stars who fight we Johnny Cages
(Chorus)
~Stepped on money on the floor so it's money at the door
I been praying to the lord please forgive me I'm so flawed
I been blessed with a vision keep me high I'm frass living
It's the potion that I'm sipping only seeking potent women~
Tell me who you riding for tell me what you dying for?
Tell me who you riding for tell me what you dying for?
Tell me who you riding for tell me what you dying for?
Tell me who you riding for tell me what you dying for?
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2. |
Graphic Hood Stories
01:55
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They never thought they'd see a prophetic prophet with such flow
Ready to with the prophecy prophesize I'll touch dough
That brooklyn boy cold rose beating down cuckolds
Toss them in dirt roads; trill we don't pose
Even in the poems wrote, use toast to comatose
In a coma you get tossed, then toast across your throat
Like you found a Christians religion inside the pistol whipping
Burning like hell your flesh now rest with Satan
You found the ending destination in your decimation
For commas and missing jewels get dotted like decimals
Reach pains pinnacles they raise like decibels
Your body in covers covered your skin like the hindu
Only thing you got left prayers God rescue you
Beat your till death is moved or till death is due
Till your metaphysical ooze through your physical
Come outside of you tear you helpless as a vegetable
Greed got the best of you, so torture get the rest of you
No, it's no rest for you, cry in the mess of you
Sit in your force seat, and begin to bleed and think
As you start to reach your brink deteriorating in your stink
Ain't a movie scene you saw or seen, you never saw or seen
Such a gory scene look at my evil I snort and bleed
A quicker slow death is your only relief
But death is so quick, and I'm loving your grief
Far from finish with this I'm your innocence surrogate
I save you like you born again or save you like you celibate
Prolonging the inevitable just a little bit
Graphic horror stories I know you got the feel of it
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3. |
Ill Manored
04:38
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The saddness of the madness we spazzing with automatics
We selling to crack addicts to rise and grab cabbage
The status of a wild savage wanting fine fabrics
The world that we marriage where we hope to live lavish
I ain't the son of Harris why would I push fords
Want the custom cut wrist benz suicidal doors
Got a DDS walk I came into floss
Me not with this talk quick snaps your cheeks off
That's the motto of survival from them with the hollows
Never scuffle never wobble trigger toggle quick to pop you
Shorty stepping disrespecting had to check him for a second
With the weapon I be repping
Firmly caressed it, then delivered my message
Still forever real press your grill against a grill
I be cold still why the cold steal gets hotter
Tell them papi I be proper with my chopper heart stopper
Shot shotta popper reflex like the dodge of a shadow boxer
Bullets bust a lot of over heat my hand lava
Flame like flocka watch ya top blitz like Waka
Split your top up like a piece penny copper dropped from the top of
The sears tower I sell rare powder the fear real power
I be ratchet with the ratchet smacking crack addicts
Till I hear they bones snapping
The hood a re run faggot you know what's happening
(Verse 2)
I'm the real no mocker with my order you be Hoffa
I'm the fund robber nicknamed the gun cocker
Like a hard cock or perhaps them cold knockers
You stiff so popped up flooded bullets keep you stopped up
Remote and persistent
Soon as I am pistol gripping
I'm tripping you slipping you dripping
You get it you got it you dead you dropping
Shipping the product to show my shipment the hottest
Wig ripped dome knotted from the chrome popping
Distant like a jib shot it grimey I be bout it
I ain't the kindest minus the violence
Wicked my mind is filled with demonic contents
Don't feel I ain't got a concious
I'm honest I'm dishonest raised to be a monster
More wild than the chupacabra ready to shoot a copper
A penny for your thoughts I'm a looter not a copper
Snatching crack hoes by the roots of they hair
Kidnapping Hilary's and Ashley's they real scared
Sorry honey actually, no goin back to bell air
You goin strip with out a pole but you goin' ride poles
You goin' stroll for my dough blow all John Does
No rubbers junkie slave, you goin' get that raw
And if you get aids so what you's a slaw
Just look presentable when clients tea bag your jaw
The gritty tale composer I chill with no composure
I'm a sin soaker under the drink like a coaster
(Verse 3)
Wanna talk nuts come? way before I grew some
I was gruesome now till my noose come
I'm a hang slang gain blang gang bang everyday
Tell kids join my gang simple and plain get paid
Use smooth moves my gab so voodoo
I'm posted feeling rude in black hue by the school
Army fatigue too I recruit little crews
Game the jail bait with they undeveloped brain
Take them to a house party make them get real naughty
Getting feels in the lobby throw pills in they body
Now krills in the mix soon to kill for the fix
Hooked like fish infinitely lusting this
For the chips bricks give a brick life I live
I just want get rich shine and never dim
Cold stare through all these years my smile lost it's glare
Product of foster care no heart I ain't 'pose to care
When they see me come correct more fear than respect
Made my way in my set, when I broke my friends neck
Few homicide slains pregnant mamas raped
I had to make my way, so I could get paid
I plots on blocks with glocks to pop shots
Drop tops and rock twats I don't stop
It's fun to be me middle finger to the police
Hot Benz G not owned and not lease
I'm a beast who roam streets
I feast on y'all greed
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4. |
Honor Roll
02:12
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My name Frank Knight, but I'm pops in Belize team trying pop like sunflower seeds
Gifted MC see God blessed me, seem like my steez had sneezed
Breaking satanic seals in contracts I've been the witness of carjacks
Most of you listeners live in contrast, fake thug rappers scared of contact//4
Live in the ghetto where it's really hard at, dudes tend to test see where ya heart at
Hopped on buses slid in the back another wild kid in the pack
We was taught respect, but barely used it knowing them words and how I used it
Make me feel like young bro stupid schooling other kids by cutting students//4
Young dumb and reckless want a gold neckless with platinum records
Sex semesters, caress professors, get them on fours and smash em like heifers (uh)
Used to like cops till they rushed your spot knocked your pops dropped ya moms
Your face in they palm, you hot like napalm they raped and they harm//4
You found fam in hole like Say-Dom (Saddam), now you smoking on loud toting by the pound
Blowing it down, like the big bad wolf, on the big mad kush for now
Pack Tray Pounds moved to coke now, with a little bit of molly in your molecules
Don't follow rules they set for you, don't look to God, do what the set would do//4
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5. |
The One
03:00
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So solo dolo flow though cold polo froze lo photo
No yolo or rolo soul yo no vovo bro go roll though
Long tank top dresses so mo, I noticed y'all ass first like coco
Over here niggers ain't got no hope, so they stay by the trigger like chrono
Want to be a bigger nigger not Frodo, but mama said look at your glow though
Numero uno, kick it like judo, filled with more style than soho
Critics be tweaking have you seen 'em and the way they leaning
Everything they speaking dark like the evening part of me bleeding
Want what I'm dreaming, like junkies on the block who feening
York Yitty till we all frass with the lord money talks so it seem me
These gonna be's wanna be's fronting g's try to be Frank when they speak
Most cats lack stacks flat racks like new baby girl breast but him high
Ny till him die see how I write brother, so know then I been fly
You dealing with the don no Omar, the brand new Lord they shout Jamar
I'm not Yahweh, I'm not God, I'm not Ja, I'm not Allah
But that don't mean, I don't believe, that just mean, I know me
The man, not a man, not just any, I'm the O.N.E.
Dumb cunt chorus cunt suck this dick and sing for me…
(Chorus)
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6. |
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(Verse 1) - Frank Knight
I never seen a shooting star a day in my life
Surrounded by ignorance from day to the night
My man said he want a baby mama not a wife
Married to the game of cocaine, lot of white
Been in the ghetto so long we finally accepting it
Young project specimens proud to be experiments
Rising through the slums with nothing but dirt clothes
Running from the heat, like we dashing on burnt coals
Hurt flows, uh.. scars on my flesh
Christened through the pain, Allah is the best
Y'all don't know issues every Sunday wet tissues
Thank God none hit you, so death missed you
You unofficial herbs of the world got some nerve
Claiming you fly just cause your girl a dumb bird
I should beat you with a sock filled with oranges
Hit your brib baring arms Goldie your porridge's
(Chorus)
Dope hood story, dope hood story
I fathered flow nigga no need Maury (4X)
(Verse 2) - Cocaine Chris
I tell em welcome to hell live by the gun and you die by the shell
You weak minded you fail Only strong prevail
Snitch niggas get hit don't live long to tell
The rich niggas just pitch fish scales and bricks
Clap toys them jack boys ready and strap
Them dope boys just stack night and day on the trap
Gunplay get clap try and run its a wrap them gunners attack BANG!!!
Leave one in your back they snap Once a week its chalk-lines and yellow-tape
Dumping Alize mourning at a nigga wake
Looking at his moms tear drops down her face
Nothing you can say so you bow your head and pray
Damn swear to God its gotta be a better way
But for now its all pain no glory
Feels like this shit is every night and every day real life and this my story
(Chorus)
(Verse 3) - Sleep
This my hood story do it for the glory
Hurry niggas talking fast a get the Gunz.....Corey.
Lordy I couldn't have said it better than other cats,
Talking shit while we politic n the laundromat,
Da homie mike say he dealing and getting money
Which is funny, rack season, we know dat it's tax season bra,
Crack bleeding through the street alcohol tears,
Terrified from nightmares clutching to old fears,
Like the boogie man slash local killer
Or a monster stealing your dreams.... Slash local dealer,
The city ain't what it seems, we glorify the hood shit,
When it's over u only recall the good shit,
I miss the days when niggas they understood shit,
Would rather fall with the principles that they stood with,
The book of us is nothing less than a good story,
Study up if u gone make it through this hood story.
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8. |
On The House
01:15
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I ain't got love at all cause love I'm heartless
Hardcore hardness feel my hardships
Crashing in the masses this for black history
My homie in the kitchen with the mack by the triple beam
Give him a few jewels, dap him leave
Still he in the struggle so he pass it in the streets
Next week damn, he passed in the streets
His little brother died too blasting his heats
Each one teach one run with police come
I was born as a Knight way before Kelis cum
So like refund got to give back
I ain't trying to see no more kids get clapped
I'm with everybody shining rocking they diamonds
But don't y'all be blinded fooled by the nonsense
Hater don't try to pick a fight like Pacaquio
Opposite in Akon I start blacking out
Spine still in so I ain't backing out
Thugged out fans quick to smack your mouth
Shows I'm packing out it shows I'm racking now
Still poor taking out leaders Iraq the town
Rock Jabroni rappers laying the smacketh down
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9. |
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(Verse One)
I just wanted mad riches and bad bitches my past religions
Was just a savages vision who was sad from the system
Now public assistance don't cut it, we still need assisting
We ain't lazy, just clean up your mess the one we given
So hard not to give in, so cats go from hip-hop to pop
My thought was non stop get gwap my knob slobbed
Cop hot drops so hot to some in one shot
A sit in the seat a burn gaga cock and twat
Dog what you talking? My soul was for auction
All for a portion of porsches my spiritual abortion
My offering all for it, never took precaution
But took a lot of losses so foolish I yelled often
Repped DTA like Austin, don't trust anybody
Any get a shotty yap your body you be sloppy
Deedeedadi day, you be on DOA
My past pathways leads to my shame toda
(Chorus)
I hope the sunshine baby, gimmie sunshine
I need the sunshine baby, gimmie sunshine
When it's dark in my life and clouds fill my sight
I pray to God every night that his sun give me light (2X)
(Verse Two)
Like death is in my eyesight I'm looking for that bright light
Please don't deter me, I just want to do what's right
Still to satisfy my pride, a vice that consume my life
I could help you go to sleep just for thinking Knight light
And to satisfy what I got to satisfy, I'd show a sadder side
That I rather not, it a batter eyes
Pulverize ma's cry shots fly pop guys
Left red looking like they sweated out pasta
Travel in the mind of eyes that were hypnotized
By the lime I defined as my former sunshine
My eyes were on the watch for a watch and a pop
With a tight box looking as hot as a young Ice La Fox
I used to want the riches of fort knox back then
Now my passion learn the secrets hidden in the Vatican
Wanted some shine now I want the sunshine
To enlighten all minds of mankind
(Chorus)
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10. |
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(Verse 1)
Where my dollars at?
Same place my mind is at
I put my focus on the wealth
Bad project walls
Got my little nephew
Sick up in his health
If I can't I do it rapping
I'm a sit up in a cell
Steal or make sales
My family gotta eat
So it's deal or no deal
Living in the system
Tryna make a man fail
So he feel less than a man
I'm rising from the poverty
Climbing to the top of this hip hop monarchy
It's only right mama see
This only in my destiny
Build my own dynasty
I don't wish you death
But you can die nasty
Tryna take from my family
Get your cabinet crack
Tryna tamper with my pantry
Dancing with who
A angel in a red dress
Who fell up in my arms
Shorty later read my palms
Told me I was headed
And stepping in earths heaven
The riches of this life
Will sit by my side
Till my soul take a fly
My body moving high
Like my skin rolled in ez wide
Imagine what I'm snatching
Fathom what I'm snatching
Suttin so pure like a rapist snatching snatches
Raised by mama
But corrupted by the masses
The party's new bastards
But eyes soon become clear
Like water over glasses
No washing past actions
But still I make amends for my sins
Making ends
(Chorus)
Hey hey you looking like a star
Hey hey don't you want it all
We could shine from tonight till the morn
Don't make me wait come on (2X)
(Verse 2)
How loyal is a dog filled with such hunger
How loyal is the master who let that dog hunger
I'm stuck in cold summers
Back stabbers and vultures
Who praise me when they see me
But throw darts at my posters
I could smell the aroma
Players want me to fold up
And reject my hand
Wait, Wait hol up
You telling me you jealous
And you a man?
That's a contradiction in itself
Why you running round
And my fam in a cell
They should lock you up
For being so frail
Don't tell me that you real
You a human matrix
Living in reality but based off fakeness
Showing more faces than Michael in the 80's
Or maybe in the 90's either way you still grimey
Why would I bite you
I might catch rabies
Only reason you ain't make it
Cause you was so lazy
KNah homie you ain't sick
You just sickening
I ain't focused on your cakka
Eyes on the red whip
With the white in
Looking like a gutted lobster
Ladies come hotter and hotter
Cause me proper giving them they fix
Mmm they need papa
He hit strong in them mmm like vadoka
Till they spinning and spraying mmm like a chopper
Seduce like the juice till you juice
You heard the deep voice and you know a brother smooth
(Chorus)
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11. |
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Some who claim they like me to get icey would ice me
Cause man is so shiesty and dammit they so grimy
I could know it could happen captain the capping and de-capping
The clapping at my abdomen amazed like a labyrinth
They want me in a wrapped in a wagon spazzing with spasms
Back hit from the meta and physical stabbing
Never changing my heart no matter my running thoughts
Still yapping of course no fam intercourse
No meth head red neck down with the incest
Take the weight off my neck like a bench press
And live life my way like I can end death
This is me in depth my heartbeat and breath
Loyalty will be the very death of me
I rather that than dishonor family
Deuce deuce shoots douches turn them into douce
You ain't real, nigger, you a real nigger here's a noose
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13. |
1997
01:55
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You know where we came from where niggas get slain son
Seeking this fame fun, making them dames come
Niggas is broke hugging, blocks like they own cousin
Trick you don't know nothing, learn why we show boating
Why necks be gold roping, chicks be so open
All this material on our flesh for soul coating
Imagine being mad young in the slums starving in your tums
Seeing things make you numb like mom stripping for them ones
Tend to hit like cancer that was stricken in your lungs
No air you ain't getting none, like you tryna hit a nun
Dad grimy dipped like Dorner on the run
Mom a single mom who raise her daughter and her son
And if your mom cared and brought light to your days
You was willing to fight and live your whole life straight
But then you realized she deserved a lot,
But she just want to see you stray from the ghetto plot
But it's hard homie when you an environmental product
Stand bold chest out never make your pride duck
Taught handle the stress no counselor for ventilation
Either get bodied or go in like penetration
All these little niggas riding round say they getting it
But very few is 'bout it, so man I be sick of it
Crimeys moving product from asia no licorice
Spray and wet pussies, and they don't got a lick a bitch
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14. |
Still Reigning
02:03
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You leave when I come out you bleed when I dumb out you goin' tell me what now, homie what's up now?
The pinnacle of spiritual I who spit at you blessed with the truth, without the achoo
This blood, sweat, and years let the women tear we gained high tiers, never been in fear
In the school of hard knocks moved and bomb blocks without the arms cocked put it on lock
Shorty I'm more tight style like muy thai kick like 4-Fi my homies is all high
But sober M.O. so sober am I, girl you gave it up for a EBT slide
Shorty where ya pride is it in the sky like the marijuana high from the EZ wide
Or is it lower than booty of a stripper in hell these spitters is frail never been real
Feel what I write like I put in brail always got shock value like the third rail
Asa lama lakum salakum Salam a child of the bible still respect the QuRan
With the ghetto my mind aligned, yo, I started back here like the hair on Lebron
Obsolete obstacles pass them quick with the jewels from a Jew from Nazareth
Do it so fly it's like magic kid I move through these labyrinths elaborate
Yeah I'm humble but we all know homie I don't write normal deep down to a T
Each word I word letters be supreme like I wrote it with the NGE, my g Si,
See I'm the Christian uncorrupted by wishes of getting riches now tell me homie can you dig this
We were little on the block tired of being midgets so for them big digits we became frigid
Word to Mufasa cold corpse I'm the cold young king next in line I'm De-Simba
Seeking God body whips zig zagging on strips religion of the tints five percenter
To me most spitters barley living in they inner and they 'bout as live as a vultures dinner
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(Chorus)
Nigger you a novice, why you talk nonsense?
Be a little narcist, you got me kind of nauseous (2X)
(Verse 1)
Some days I feel crucified and so scrutinized/
Like I got a losing mind like I chose suicide//
My state do or die with hate some choose to hide/
They on the sewer side the reason mama soon to cry//4
The set ups the wet ups, more dead fam I'm so fed up/
Try get up no let up, I'm in a guillotine, no head up//
I mean I'm down now bound to that ghetto ground/
I mean how wow I just hear that devil sound//4
Voices of bad choices slick like they the moistest/
Your love noises; pointless, I'm shelled like oysters//
Faced hard shit hardship damn near heartless/
I'm cautious love nauseous nonsense, by con artist//4
To hell with the barters of hearts you don't got what I want/
I won't join the martyrs who sacrifice for a front//
That's defeat I'm trying to breathe like feet in chancletas/
Gossip need to cease cut it short like operettas//4
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
They gripping steel for chips make em strip like chip and dale/
I heard some say live the pastor way but shit is real//
We scared to pass away so we tend live to fail/
I heard prison destined if you black prepare get to jail//4
They said it's inevitable might as well pick a cell/
In the cage shaking like prodigy with sicacell//
The back and forth rocking going like a cry baby/
Thinking life could be easy if you just die maybe//4
Tell that to the man with the clapped back on the floor/
His man put his back on the floor for the stash in the floor//
Should of listened to his girl interracial intuition/
When she spoke mixed feelings costly like tuition//4
On a constant wishing mission, wishing that's went different/
No time machines existing, so he got to live with it//
A bad predicament like being poor and can't get wic/
Lights off candles lit, the jealous out talking shit//4
(Chorus)
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16. |
Her Pain, My Karma Pt. 1
01:58
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Summer park summer time willies pulled out hummer rides
Stepping out with red bones with dumber bodies by they sides
Shades swag butt fat skin smooth voice light
Till they got in ghetto fights with girls they boys pipe//4
Hustlers don't marry nothing pass it off no cuffing
So sad shorty you a fool, you should know no loving
Waist slim thick chicks get busy with they fist
Scraping Prada shoes just to be his main chick//4
But just the bottom chick not his only chick
Rub the clit it hit the clique goggle kids swallow it
Ride the stick, drop it slow, twist the hips (uh)
Jizz running down her lips soaking up her tits//4
Caramel nipples glazed by vanilla babies
Draped in more white than Prince face in the 80's
Concubines shaking asses poisoning the masses
The other on the mattress that chick an actress //4
With gold digger actions then somehow she come to me
Sitting over here like "why did you run to me?"
Oh you was fronting on me to get money from me
So you made me colder and cold what I'm gonna be//4
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17. |
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So focused now hold it down I rock the flawless crown
The coldest sound spoke profound look for me hope is found
From that same spot, where them ghetto dames hot shock
Got that mame twat, catch the kettle flame pot cock
In the anti soul form this abyss of sick days
Only thing know warm is jizz on a chick's face
Move mommy please, when they grip clap ya Cochran
Tools hommy beliefs like they spit at a doctrine
Still keep heat home, if we can't afford housing
Creeps reap holmes rape kids and morgue spouses
To grasp green grab dreams cats seem mad mean
Pack things blast beams stack clean rack cream
Paper held like fax machine to bag the baddest queen
Make her feel glad to see your majesty the raddest seen
We in a rush no hush for lust to live plush a must
From dirt must plus bugs, to live lux we'll kill us
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18. |
They Ready
01:51
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I'm real through medina and the places getting FEMA
I just been a schemer without scheming with the Nina
So I made plans to put on me and my mans
Now do you understand If I ain't part of Godsplan
I'm chilling right next to it this is my exodus
I entered with Allah and I refuse exit this
Seeking what we came for flows cocaine core
Never touched the pyrex nigga we remained raw
We be like joysticks the game we was made for
Plotting mad cakery, I need to cake more
The shorties giving brothers more serious stares now
Baby you be sexy, but I like when your hair's down
Blessed by your mama, mama, I don't know who finer
I'm the kind of rhymer with drone flows Ooh-bama
Living in the ghetto broke by the cruel drama
Pricks spit and rub it in like a shoe shiner
(Chorus)
But we goin' shine for everybody that we know that done died
Even those locked up doing 25
But don't forget the kids baby don't forget the kids
I ain't goin' forget cause
Look we goin' shine for everybody that we know that done died
Even those locked up doing 25
Stunting for the kids baby stunting for the kids
We stunting for the kids baby
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19. |
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(Intro)
This ain't fables of the grind, man crime stay on the rise
It's fine to wine and dine, but time to pay your tides//
What you trying to shine and blind and fade eyes/
I learned survived the lie, if not faith dies//
(Verse One)
My brothers on the come up, I dare these haters to run up/
Sucker eat your supper, cause now the time that you suck up//
I been waiting chilling patient now I'm stationed as impatient/
My soul been kind of breaking seeing praising in the faking//4
Quit the hesitating shoot them till they spirit vacant/
My middle finger waving praying Satan just take 'em//
My hard body is God body with God by me/
I could talk wildly like tommy's and shotty's by me//4
I prefer calmly kindly pay hom or be a hommy/
A lami might hit ya mommy see they bind women like Romney//
And bomb em like kamikaze pack shotty's like Johnny Gotti/
Who boss whipping like Maseria in Mazaradis//4
Bugatis in mausoleum's and collesums trying to see them/
I'm scheming I'm dreaming my preacher preaching the gleaming//
I'm just trying to live like when I beat out other seemen/
I'm strong breathing Wicked Game flow make the weak end//4
(Chorus)
Stunting in this pieces bringing moaning to these Lisa's
Traded water in for wine, but honey I ain't Jesus
You could see our features we mirror the ghetto creatures
F the sucking leechers, we just want the sucking skeezers (2X)
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20. |
Show 'N' Prove
02:10
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Chilling all dope now stepping in the ho down
My borough what I hold down no shame I'm lo down
No amateur name see Knizza he a pronoun
Everybody else whack this is what I know now
Throw me on a track pimping I'm about to blow now
Hook 'em like a hooker but nah I don't go down
But what's about to go down the show down Fo' pounds
Better hold the fort down, all it's going to fall down
Mama said it's God in me this the one guarding me
My family is the heart of me none of y'all hard as me
Soul searching baby trying to find a better part of me
Constantly pardon me my sins are apart of me
They beat like a artery living in poverty
A better it way got to be, something else I got to see
Need new a odyssey so vain for this gleam
Making ladies fiend and cling to get this dream
Sticking to the script like infants lips
Sticking to it's moms nips or winos lips to liqs
In a sense I'm from the inner city where the innocent
Innocence drowned in a river that be mystic
These things that I'm living off be so sadistic
We get no nourishment in being materialistic
But it's something about the ice, I just need the wrist lit
Blood diamonds on my wrist like my wrist slit
Reminded by the image of a sick sinful living
So blinded sitting with a pestilential vision
Cause I see at first hand the hand they was giving
Mulatto emotions my feelings hold mixing//4
If you see happiness in suicide commit it
Do you see me crazy should I be committed?
Am I cold as ice knowing my advice
Nowhere near nice well here hear my vice
Why say keep ya head up find light through the smoke
When it seem more logical your neck getting broke
Is it sad or diabolical, I rather give you rope
Than to strangle your soul with tales false hope
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Sing About Me
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They wonder why I'm speaking to keep these kids from bleeding
Like a premenstrual season seen the evening of the grieving
From the reaping of the thieving of a life no longer breathing
These songs of no meaning sound like gross slaws queefing
I'm tweaking seeing feening do you lames know the meaning
Of the demon demeaning things you glorify in speaking
Talking what you cooked so much raw you over booked
I'm from the struggle and the struggles overlooked
I got fam in the hood on that devil still hooked
I'm just trying to help them move straight just like a rook
Now of course as a young black brother from the Brook
I too been inspired by the ghetto superstar crook
Some for lustful thoughts for all that he tend to gets
But really for surviving monsters deep in the mist
I expect to accept checks, get fresh, catch wreck,
Sex necks, F next, face it screw ya death threats
Can't fuck with the fam we ain't rednecks
Still with my soul, hold mines like a head rest
Still I want a lot like I need Parking son
But the game so shaky like it got Parkinson
This a shiesty industry, filled with slave lashes
No longer a fan turn off the radio I hate rappers
A bunch of actors who happen in to ruin this profession
Get out your record is the noise pollution weapon
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Frank Knight Brooklyn, New York
Frank Knight is a young dreamer
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