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