We try our best to survive,. We ain't running away. And keep our heads to the sky,. God will never lead us astray. It's that stress and depression goodbye.
Madlib turn the strings up. My knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up. You won't need your heat this time around. I spits fire, it's like the rhymes are rounds.
And the Starz come out tonight. . Yo girl I have been peepin you for quite some time. I finally got the nerve to see if you could be mine. We could go and smoke some trees eat some dinner, drink wine.
Yeah. It's too real. How y'all feel out there? Let me know if it's real out there. Cuz it is out here; it's a game of survival. Niggas is trying to live out here.
I come on spittin, the song's hittin. Before there were capon chickens different dons listened to me for advice. Like I'm John, niggas just left again, so I'm steppin in.
Aight now I'm tryin to get this money man. We gotta, get this plan, we gotta make this shit happen right man. Knahmsayin? Don't fuck shit up. Right? AIGHT?! God damn!.
Now I want everybody to clap your in this place. Come on!. . Yea, tell me something good baby. Cause I sho' got something good for you. I wanna bring to you, (Yea) My Nigga!.
What, I just wanna lay you back. Nah, you ain't gotta count my stack. Nah, it ain't goin down like that. Damn yo' ass is fat. I just wanna hit it, and quit it, if it's on like that.
Let Quas upon the set. He came up out them dungeons to tell these suckers. Niggas, try come react, to what we doing. Stepping over to the lost gates. Not knowing what they doing.
Yeah, (uh huh, uh huh) Guilty Simpson. We're bringin' this one home for the [?] (J Dilla!). Detroit City, there's nothin' like us. (What's goin' down?).
Get up in it. Start her up. Get her washed dog, prime her armor up!. Big wheels, Cadillac grilled up. Keep your Esc cause daddys' got the Dilla. Custom, plus them.
Weigh a ton in this m'uhfucker. ("Heavy heavy heavy heavy"}. Yeah, heavy bass hittin, from heavyweighters. Heavy cake gettin, it's heavy player. Every day, another buck, another hustle.
Uh, yea come on. . Its Frank Nitty in the place to be. With J - D to the ILLA and the L.I.B. So let me see you touch the sky. Let me see you raise them hands up high.
It's just me and my dogs and some chicks that I know. We wild by nature we've been caged too long. We came to make money we got friends at gome. Hate working for free, cause I know what Im worth.