Simpty is for them ass niggaz Talkin' lot, I spray dumpin' [Incomprehensible] niggaz Whenever talklin' shit, I rip 'em And know I come equip when I whip them
Thangs change, everything has
You say how can I make dirty raps Number one albums, to back If it was 1950, do you I'd sell, no probably throw me straight to jail
I you life just ain't what it used to be Between you and me, Everybody's changed, were losing our The government won't help 'cause they to find
A solution to the problems of the streets It's a what our kids are beginning to be Pregnant teenagers, gun slangers ain't no love, there ain't nothin' but anger
We don't go to church and can't in school Listen real to what I'm sayin' fool I know kids who to school together Now they all up, tryin' to kill each other
Shootouts in the is where it goes down But in the days, we rode the merry go round And some little kid might me tonight And I always used to what the future be like
Curse words on the TV and You wanna see sex, it on HBO Late at night, you see freak women Sex sale, that's why I pimpin'
I grew up in the 70s', somethin' like But I was in Cali not I could tell the whole world was crazy But it really didn't 'til the 80s'
With basin' and smokin' crack A lotta people not to joke with that Streets flooded, with homeless families, lives gone up in smoke
We're all related to a crack Sometimes I wake up in the mornin' and go back to bed Layin' there thinkin' 'bout the way life change
How women used to like to decent clothes Now they curse like men and dress like You supposed to be a virgin you marry But teenage girls find it to carry a baby
havin' babies Rappers like me disrespectin' ladies Wonder why it's like that, so do I But I just my back and then I go get high
'Cause I get paid good to talk bad about a bitch And you bought it, so be mad I got rich Ask your grandparents, is the same Man change
Everything changed, has changed change
There used to be a time when old were respected Kids talkin' was never accepted Get spanked and your got washed out with soap But kids will curse out old folks
Then you tell me I need to be a model And get these babies off the bottles But I'm not the one who alcohol legal Liquor stores on every that's why we go
Buy 40ounces and go get Don't support our kids, no good punks And then they grow up to be criminals Shoot 'em up, slang dope pimpin' hoe's
I know its those that believe What I'm on the mic right So baby, D you tell them what it's like
It's kinda hard comin' up as a I gotta deal the roof that I'm under though my moms got it hard My daddy passed away, now I'm without a father
But times changed bro I ever seen Santa Claus comin' through the ghetto But you know I always see I always see the man robbin' the black man back G
And I even get in trouble for it And I don't see nothin' tryin' to beat the black man to death Punk police tryna hide behind badge
Always tryin' somebody All we gotta do is beat him with the club I come, I comin' with my gun I'm in the head police now what
I you life is too short for it to be like that We gotta be leaders, can't the pack With all fiends in the streets smokin' crack What you give life is what it gives you
'Cause money in the ghetto nothin' new But when you make the gotta know what to do Buy you a business or buy you a so the police can't wipe you out
I heard it in the streets, say you the man So try to help your brothers and lend a helpin' Now what we do
We came to stack bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti I said we came to them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti Now run up and get gun up the slack I'm hittin' blackjack like the when I mack slap
What you play like Al Pacino with this Type of style with the lyricist this of hits [Incomprehensible] and the biscuits I Motherfuckers know I come down and me [Incomprehensible]
I don't care, from the front or the rear Word to your mother I'm to smother and smear that master all I intelligent Chain that I from the others is irrelevant
For you just step up to the M I C I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and G It's Malik and I freak it's My technique know I flow over beats
Like water, dick in yo daughter And my up in her jaws when she suckin' on my balls Yiggy y'all best to ask somebody 'Cause I'm shootin' motherfuckers with the shotty
that motherfuckin' master blaster It's, mister, mister, ghetto, ghetto