You just following suit
Question for any nigga following you:
What kinda nigga take a picture in a Lucky Charms suit?
With a lollipop chain and some Leprechaun boots
Being lame is a curse you can never undo
Even worse, your reputation gon’ forever haunt you
If you a sucker at 12, at 22 you one too
Regardless of your possessions or who you can run to
No matter how many blessings God has placed upon you
Your heart pumps syrup so niggas can punk you
Keep lying to your fans as long as you want to
Tryin’ to shine, rhyming about shit you won’t do
Money you never had, and pistols you don’t shoot
Your rap career was over when you tried to overthrow the throne
Are you retarded? Flip, I ain’t an artist, I’m an ex-con trying hard
But it ain’t about being hard, it’s all about where your heart is
- T.I. onstage at Hot 107 Birthday Bash
Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke
It probably started out a beautiful day in weed smoke
Last night’s pussy, the murder that she wrote
Cold sweating from a nightmare, mind on a C-note
Intentions of fulfilling your vision
Constantly sidetracked thinkin ‘bout whose your man and who isn’t
Maybe it’s necessary maybe you’re overreacting
Mabe your actual downfall was that hoe that you clappin’
Maybe your pillow conversations been controlling their actions
Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened
Look behind you when you turn the corner
‘Cause death is promised, you done seen some niggas go before ya
And with that lingering in the back of your head
You know that it’s possible you won’t make it back to ya bed
The confusion and jealosy and dishonor will spin ya
But nothin’s worse than when that gunpowder hits ya
- Lloyd Banks, “Til the End”
I’m about a slave auction away from being you, and vice versa
We both worked in the field and called the devil “Massa”
Spent days in the sun cotton pickin’, getting weak
We trembled at the harsh words massa would speak
Murders increased, the beast raped mothers and sis
While both sweat and tears crawled on the side of our cheeks
There was bloodshed to water the field for a week
How the U.S. was built, what a web we weaved
Remember that shit, grown men beaten by whips?
Taking turns on each others’ beatings, I took your licks
We was like this, locked like the mighty black fist
We were Afro-kings fighting for our justice
Son, the massa had a plan to get us like this
Ripped families apart, put us on a price list
Got sold at auctions in Spain and England
America had our brothers, framed us and turned us on each other
- PS and Non-U, Zagoodi2@aol.com, “Used to be Brothers”
Let’s reminisce when Martin Luther King had a dream
Picture us all on the same team
Divided we fall, united we stand
Imagine every race joining hands
No more racism, no more convicted innocent inmates in prison
What’s going on, kids killing kids
Guilty caught up in the system
My brother, my sister, can we all get along
Many soldiers dead and gone
but I’ma keep they spirit alive going throughout this song
Let’s keep hope alive
Pray to God to forgive our sins
Before we self destruct in the end
Living life on this earth we can win
- Zay, “So Long”
Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets
Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt
And why them dudes ain’t ridin’ if they part of your set
And why they never get it poppin’ but they party to death
Yeah, and why they gon’ give you life for a murder
Turn around and only give you eight months for a burner
Why they sellin’ niggas CDs for under a dime
If it’s all love, daddy, why you come with your nine?
Why my niggas ain’t get that cake
Why is a brother up North better than Jordan that ain’t get that break
Why you ain’t stackin’ instead of tryin’ to be fly
Why is rattin’ at an all-time high
Why are you even alive
Why they kill Tupac and Chris
Why at the bar you ain’t take straight shots instead of poppin’ Cris
Why them bullets have to hit that door
Why did Kobe have to hit that raw, why he kiss that whore?...
Why would niggas push pounds and powder
Why did Bush knock down the Towers
Why you around them cowards
Why Aaliyah have to take that flight
Why my nigga D ain’t pull out his Ferrari, why he take that bike?
Why they gotta open your package and read your mail
Why they stop lettin’ niggas get degrees in jail
Why you gotta do eighty-five percent of your time
And why do nigggas lie in eighty-five percent of they rhymes
Why a nigga always want what he can’t have
Why I can’t come through in the pecan Jag
Why did crack have to hit so hard
Even though it’s almost over, why niggas can’t get no jobs?
Why they come up with the witness protection
Why they let the Terminator win the election? Come on, pay attention
Why sell in the stores when you can sell in the streets
Why I say the hottest shit but we sellin’ the least?...
Why Halle had to let a white man pop her to get an Oscar
Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it
Why they didn’t make the CL6 with a clutch
And if you don’t smoke, why the hell you reachin’ for my dutch?
Why I rap? ‘Cause I need airtime
Why be on the curb with a “Why lie, I need a beer” sign?
Why all the young niggas is dyin’
‘Cause they moms is at work, they pops is gone, they livin’ with iron
Why they ain’t give us a cure for AIDS
Why my D’s have fiends in the spot on the floor for days
Why you screamin like it’s a slug, it’s only the hawk
Why my buzz in L.A. ain’t like it is in New York
Why you tryin’ to be hard, why ain’t you a thug by choice
Why the whole world love my voice
I try to tell ‘em that it’s the flow, son
And you know why they made the new twenties?
‘Cause I got all the old ones - that’s why
- Jadakiss “Why” (“Kiss of Death”)
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