Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die

WHISKY SCOTCH WHISKEY I LOVE MY SCOTCH WHISKEY I'LL DRINK MY SCOTCH WHISKEY UNTIL THE DAY I DIE

IF THE SEA WERE WHISKY
AND IF I WAS A DUCK
I'D SWIM TO THE BOTTOM
AND NEVER COME UP

This post was edited by Gorikain on Feb 12 2011 01:16am

You trapped in your own hell
Everyday I wakeup I'm blessed,
Everyday you wakeup
And breath another breath you blessed

It's all the niggaz runnin' around, talk about I'm fucked up
I gotta get on, i gotta, I'm in a ground
I'm fucked up yeah we all in the grind
but look at the beautiful shit around you, it's a beautiful life

All my niggaz locked up, keep yo heads up
Heaven's just a mile away, I'm talkin' heaven on earth
Ain't got nottin' to do with money
Got nottin' to do with non material

I'm talking about heaven in your own heart
In your own world baby, in your own existence
to my moms look at me baby
I love you girl, your son is shinin', God's son

This post was edited by Precisions on Feb 12 2011 04:53am

When father bought the farm, we sold the farm
mistook his blood for rustic charm
sold his ghost as an antique
to the city

and kids today can't hold a spade
rest in peace your weary trade
in this world there is no place
such a pity

D-D-D-DANGER! LOOK BEHIND YOU!
THERE'S A STRANGER OUT TO FIND YOU!
WHAT TO DO? JUST GRAB ON TO SOME DUCK TALES

WOOO OOOH

EVERY DAY THEY'RE OUT THERE MAKING
DUCK TALES
WOOO OH
TALES OF DARING DO BAD AND GOOD
LUCK TALES
WOOO OH

black and yellow

So shut your face... And take a seat.
'Cuz after all, you're just talking meat.
And music?... WELL IT'S JUST ENTERTAINMENT FOLKS