125 Part 1 (The Bio) lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[Intro:]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most feared up and coming emcee of them all
[Verse:]
Joell ortiz what they call you crazy
that kid has been nothing but short of awesome lately
His mixtape recieved 4 stars in the u.k
Toured s.o.b's down several tuesdays
Valet it up on hot 9 with kay slay
He on nba live 05
Cuz ea sponsored the rap battle last year that he won
A flight from l.a headed back to where he from
6 Hours so he copped a little somethin to read son
Source mag page 66 was a regun
He got unsigned hype the reckonightion had begun
Very next monday was double x l's chairmans choice
Recently the p.r prray got to hear his voice
Now he back in xxl this time show and prove
Cuz he writtin hit records and his shows improved
He's the dude you need to worrie about
3 More mixtapes done he fin to put those out
Thats how he laugh at doubt
If i was you i would clear his path
Cuz everything about him says you really wanna feel his wrath
He turned down 3 deals this last month
Labels playing tug a war with his name he who they want
He signin over there "Nope" He signin over here "Nope"
The both of ya'll wrong he grindin over there
In a city near you tryin to strengthen his fan base
Layin down cuts like a band-aid
He know how many dudes this man paid the list is endless
He carry big crates just to get into the club
And when he got into the club he gave out his mixtape
His work ethic is great his drives like t-mac
You let him go share a poster RELAX
He's back give him room to breathe
All those that hated will all soon believe
All those who made it will all soon just leave
Once the fans get a whif of mister ortiz
He spits raw please dont confuse him with these other cats
He's a full workout they 3 jumping jacks
Front to back he's an obstacle to overcome
I mean you know nothings impossible but dont be dumb
He grew up in cooper projects so you know he's slum
The only child homie wild he the only one i ever heard nick named the peoples champ
Under-dog all his life earned his stripes doin things he aint like
Like igniting the fifth all night huggin the strip servin a pregnant bitch hard white
He happy his mom's never sucked a glass pipe
She use to sniff gettin her off that shit was a fight
Why the fuck you think homeboy go hard when he writes
Tryin to make his future bright cuz his past got him tight
His cash might be lite pockets empty kid
But same time next year its mtv cribs
His put his life on it twice on it
To make sure he cant ask ? His crib must gon' have a nice price on it
Chandaliers with the ice on it, Persian rugs with no mice on it
Huge tv screens with classics episodes of miami vice on it
Indoor pool and the floor got a mic on it
Plaques all over the wall with his name engraved nice on it
Man listen his ambition gonna have the game locked like the box in san quentin
Fin to win his race cuz he ran different
In through the no's out through the mouth
Not worryin bout his competition radio clout
Look straight same pace let them nigga's be out
They true colors gonna show later on when they breathin all heavy and they legs is worn
Duke gone from havin an ill buzz in the streets
To yo dont nobody give a fuck when he speak
I know it could happen in a couple of weeks
Lifes a bitch aint it?
But me i love every picture that this kid painted
He's the difference between artists and rappers
Artists draw hits rappers take flicks
Other rappers trey sick man these nigga's aint shit
Everythings basic they should claim the same clique
Thats why everything he give hip hop game sick
Like the syringe in the vein of an aids patient
C'aint spit on this b.k bemis take that
The kid is go sign by the dudes who made rap
Face facts g-rap told mike he got a problem on his hands
Mike is joe's a & r just so y'all understand
Krs responded with one word "damn"
The cyphers complete once he shake rakim hand
He a one man movement
General coronel seargent major private and them youngin's on the front lines shootin
Gun high troopin through this war with his music
And he aint gonna stop till he drop get use to it
He speak english fluent his spanish pequeno
So doin regeaton a slight problemo plus he sound moreno
They aint know he was spanish till he transformed so quick and got his goverment established
but none of this matters if you nice you nice
You could be ethiopian rhymin for rice
You could be hatian tryin to rhyme for your rights
You could be south african writtin rhymes for ice
You could be cuban rhymin to cop you a nice little boulder to make it to us coast over night
It is what it is in this buiss you live
When you die thats when your records sales sky high
He tryin to rep while he alive his heart still beatin
Brain still sumbin his nerves still tweakin
Stomach still growlin cuz what he's eatin
Aint enough bring the twelve gauge out its duck season
give him one reason your carreer is gone
Say his name on a song he'll put yours on a tombstone
Not a pizza either im talkin everybody blacked down cryin to the wrods of a speakin preacher
He's a deep believer and what goes around comes around and whats comin around is dope
And what went around is his name and the strength of his flow
His ill show his radio apperances and more
Some things is maybe's and some things for sure
Some niggas is crazy and some nigga's m.o
some nigga's is lazy and some nigga's just wont stop workin till they get what they deserve ya know
That nigga is joe e double l o r tiz pa' please you one match in the snow
He's like a crib on the sun sittin next to the fireplace with the heat on a million and one
This young man is hot he'll sun tan your block
He gon' keep firing your gun jam alot
Heat rise expect to see this man on the top
[Outro:]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most feared up and coming emcee of them all
Joell ortiz what they call you crazy
that kid has been nothing but short of awesome lately
Brooklyn (Remix) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Cashmere, Maino, Solomon, Big Daddy Kane)
[Joell Ortiz (Solomon):]
7-1-8, yeah (Brooklyn!)
That's the borough that be havin dudes tuck in they jewels and all that
Word? (Brooklyn!)
Top model, y'all make it (Brooklyn!)
We'll take it, c'mon Brooklyn (Brooklyn!)
Ortiz, my whole aura is (Brooklyn!)
If I could do it over again I'll be from (Brooklyn!)
Dudes don't do it like dudes do it in (Brooklyn!)
D sets, A-team, y'all remember (Brooklyn!)
Shorties be really ridin to me, they see the (Brooklyn!)
Swagger, lights, cameras, action go (Brooklyn!)
Bandannas, gangbangers flagged up in (Brooklyn!)
Banana clips hang from mad guns in (Brooklyn!)
Yo' gutta is gutta but yo' gotta ain't (Brooklyn!)
Yo' hood is hood but yo' hood ain't (Brooklyn!)
Yo' slum is slum but yo' slum ain't (Brooklyn!)
My block is real cause my block's in (Brooklyn!)
My glock'll peel your top back in (Brooklyn!)
My pops had pills so my pops is (Brooklyn!)
Every street {what} avenue, boulevard in (Brooklyn!)
Mi gente, y'all know I rep this hard in (Brooklyn!)
[Cashmere (Solomon):]
Uhhh, yeah
Cashmere, y'all know that I'm from (Brooklyn!)
Sutter Ave., Linden Plaza, that's (Brooklyn!)
Cypress Hill's, P.H.'s (Brooklyn!)
Whatever niggaz make, we take, that's (Brooklyn!)
You niggaz know we keep it live in (Brooklyn!)
Snatchin niggaz chains since '85, that's (Brooklyn!)
King do tut, they made a name in (Brooklyn!)
Big Jay-Z, them kings reign in (Brooklyn!)
Lil' Kim, Foxy got they fame from (Brooklyn!)
Niggaz gettin robbed in The Tunnel, gotta be (Brooklyn!)
Shots fired after the club done, that's (Brooklyn!)
Upstate Fed time full of niggaz from (Brooklyn!)
Juniors, Albee Square Mall, that's (Brooklyn!)
Timberland, Champion hoodies, now that's (Brooklyn!)
Had niggaz skatin out Empire in (Brooklyn!)
Dollar signs, J. Ortiz, now that's (Brooklyn!)
[Maino (Solomon):]
Yo, it's my hood, it's only one king from (Brooklyn!)
Maino baby, my name ring in (Brooklyn!)
You could get your jewelry took dawg in (Brooklyn!)
Ask Steph, we still got your chain in (Brooklyn!)
It's a few dudes can't come back to (Brooklyn!)
Heard Lil' Cease did some rattin in (Brooklyn!)
No stringin gates [?], I brought it back to (Brooklyn!)
Run up on dudes with the mac in (Brooklyn!)
We got crack and dope spots in (Brooklyn!)
Come through, post on your block in (Brooklyn!)
Don't act like we don't pop in (Brooklyn!)
You'll get done like [gun cocks] (Brooklyn!)
Hustle Hard, I started a gang in (Brooklyn!)
Bring Mya through, let her hang in (Brooklyn!)
Them dirty money niggaz think they claimin (Brooklyn!)
But them niggaz is a bunch of lames from (Brooklyn!)
[Big Daddy Kane (Solomon):]
Uh-huh, and y'all know the livest was yet be from (Brooklyn!)
But best believe ya status, the vet be from (Brooklyn!)
Them cats that be movin the weight be from (Brooklyn!)
The kid shootin hoops in the crate be from (Brooklyn!)
Boost the bitches that ain't fuckin is (Brooklyn!)
Them niggaz to call to chain tuckin is (Brooklyn!)
The cools that'll chase your ride, now that's (Brooklyn!)
Young chicks that braid too tight, now that's (Brooklyn!)
You hear places that get busy in (Brooklyn!)
Staircases stay pissy in (Brooklyn!)
The projects with a loft get sparked kid in (Brooklyn!)
Prospect to talkers, park kid (Brooklyn!)
The streets where the grimiest pop kid (Brooklyn!)
Chicken wings from the Chinese spot, shit (Brooklyn!)
With big drinkin Kane in the front (Brooklyn!)
And out-of-town niggaz claimin they from (Brooklyn!)
125 Part 2 (Fresh Air) lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
Yooo-wah! It's the boy Joell Ortiz
Yo man, we at a half a brick now!
Y'all know the work is fire
HE COPIED IT from me!
[Joell Ortiz:]
Wake up wake up, the verse is here
Mailman hurry up, ain't no food up in here
We live check to check, the projects steps is wet with piss
Elevator broke, come fix this shit
Mischievous kids steal chips outta the corner store
Find stick, walk through the hood, with a 4-by-4
Eviction letters on your door when your rent late
You riffin like your welfare was supposed to have set cake
We turn the johnny pump up until the wrench break
It ain't safe, you walk by and get a drenched face
Every other month you sobbin at a friend's wake
Lightin candies in front of the buildin with Henn' straight
Chinese food is a gourmet meal
That General Tso's chicken is always real
Elders call the cops cause the hallways filled
With weed smoke, so when we see Deebo we peel
Deep throat is I'll from a true bird
So like two-thirds of the time we climb up to the roof, word
Devil beat's still alive
You can't park your car anywhere, for them rims they'll steal your ride
Your whole vehicle gone by the time you realize
Somebody flossin quite often at the other side of Brooklyn
Raise your hand if you spend a night in the book and
Bet you I see more arms than Saddam and his Muslims
It's cocaine cookin in the pot; smell the fumes?
The finished product got the tenants sellin living rooms
Every time they cop, they singing a different tune
The crack got their brain boiling like a chicken stew
Take a hit or two
And watch you go from heavy-set with a job to out of work and invisible
That's a pitiful visual but this shit is true
To be honest some of my fam on a mission too
We play lotto and hope that we hit our way out
I stopped chasin that dream, my leg gave out
Don't be mad, UPS is hirin
Tried that, after the first check came retirement
Back hurtin, my situation ain't that urgent
Felt like I got ran over by a black 'burban
Scenarios like that make me the rap Earvin
Magic Johnson, I'm Barry Bonds when his bat workin
Hit maker, mixtape of the year
Can everybody just take a deep breath? Yes!
I'm fresh air, let's hear all the nonsense
He's kind of heavy, he's gonna be hard to market (what else?)
Plus he's Latin, it's that or he's gonna target
So I'm big, so is Big, so is Big Pun
And you know like I know that you know that they both get dumb
So just stop it, know my target is everyone
5-foot Mexicans, Africans that's 7'1"
I can even cater to all the Native Americans
They can dance around my fire until the rain come
I knew it from day one
It took y'all 2, 555 days to say I'm a great one?
Seven years I've been proven and sheddin tears like I'm through with it
Heard a track, went back and ruined it
This music shit made my first baby moms jet
We was broke, I was workin hard on my project
I tried to tell her this is our way out the project
If I don't go 100% it won't be no progress
She looked at me like, "Yeah right, you job-less
Tryin to rap, my bags is packed, see you in August"
I had to eat that, she right, we ain't had money
But the Pampers was there and my son had a fat tummy
All I ask was a little smile support
What I get? Letters in the mail for child support
But it's cool, success is near, I can taste it
Now you know all the times we argued was time wasted
I took the hip-hop exam and I aced it
Matter of fact, the board of rap didn't know how to grade it
I'm so left with it, effortlessly
Y'all'll be left on the shelf if it was left up to me
Left y'all a while ago, made a left in the V.O.
The BQE feel in the water and was left in the sea
Yeah, my flow liquid; too much H2O in it
My system, I ain't drown, I became a wave and rolled with it
I make it hard for y'all to swim on the track
After I rap, I'm the current that be pushin you back
Givin me dap's like, puttin your hand up in a hot pot
Did you not know that I'm fire like a pot spot?
If this was hopscotch, you would hop to the next box
I hop to the next park and try to block shots
On the ball court, I'm not of this element
Went to the zoo when I was 3, not for the elephants
Just for the smell of it - I'm a different breed
They should've built a cage with a stage and had a Joell in it
My attitude is not celibate, fuck you!
I'll violate your whole album with a one-two
When I was one, two
I used to take on one, two, three niggaz in battles and won too
About one, two, three years ago
I had a 1-2 inch single on Rawkus that won two
I'm the kind of dude you compare no one to
Your engineer's a boxer, he gotta punch you
I'm one take with it, they did it, not me
They's the industry, it's how they got me
Pissed off, like a case of beer to the face
Great taste, less fillin, I ain't feeling y'all taste
Dude your praise is weak; seven days a week
Same joint on the radio, course they gon' say it's heat
Y'all use hypnotism, play the same beat
Same rhymes all the time got they brain on repeat
Y'all can hear me once and know that I am him
The second comin of nice, I terrorize the pen
Analyze the gems, disregard the ice movement
I'm talkin to jewels that I use when I write, stupid
When I do it, they gon' stay hatin
Cause I'm a be on top of the game, both feet on my PlayStation
You could try to find a safe haven
But it's nowhere to run and hide from this undeniable vacation (nah)
Get out the car, I'm in the driver's seat
The gas tank is full and the ride is sweet
The kind of rank you pull is the kind I eat
The only stripes you'll earn will remain on your stomach
As the weight loss begins when your income plummets
Send in the news coverage, I will make dudes public
Extra extra, read all about it!
Another artist missin, last seen in an outfit
Had to be desgined by some big name stylist
Any info please don't be afraid to dial this
718 - y'all motherfuckers ain't fuckin with me
I'm a violate, I'll +Violate+ with the likes of 50
You's a enemy homie if you ain't ridin with me
Friend or foe, answer the question or I'll decide it quickly
Feast your eyes on the rookie of the year
The uniform I wear will fit none of my peers
Jump ball is near - GET READY!
Hip Hop lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[Intro:]
Aight now ya'll, attention please, summer vacation is officially over,
(That's right)
I hope ya'll did all ya swimmin',
(Ah huh)
Went to the pools, went to the beaches,
(Ah huh)
Played dominos, and fucked with the bitches,
(Word)
Muthafuckin went to the amusement park,
And got on all the high rides,
(Yea)
Got ya thrill on, cause ah,
(What?)
School is back in session,
(Yaowww)
[Verse 1:]
I ain't tryin' to bring New York back,
I'm just a breath of fresh air,
That good ole' New York rap,
Slick talk to the track,
C'mon who brought that,
To the game,
Graffiti all on the train,
Get up your name,
I don't feel how I used to feel,
I'm in my 20's,
So a new Nas joint used to give me the chills,
In the barbershop tryin to cop a new hot tape,
The Rob Lowe's is crazy,
The duhops greatest, Hip Hop (Hip Hop)
And yes I'm a fan first,
If you from the south and you snap til' your hands hurt,
If you from the west W's in the air,
If you from the east coast act like you from here
The good ole' 2 step,
The classic head nod,
The thirsty ice grills
Who wants to get robbed? (robbed)
That was the energy in the club,
On the real, that was the energy that I loved,
[Chorus:]
Aww, man, this is, (Hip Hop)
Hands up if you forever a fan of (Hip Hop)
I wake up (Hip Hop)
Go to sleep (Hip Hop)
Dream bout (Hip Hop)
Cause I am (Hip Hop)
Aww, man, this is, (Hip Hop)
Hands up if you forever a fan of (Hip Hop)
I wake up (Hip Hop)
Go to sleep (Hip Hop)
Dream bout (Hip Hop)
Cause I am (Hip Hop)
[Verse 2:]
I ain't tryin make you dance I just rip beats,
But the soul in my voice give you quick feet,
I don't know what it's like to not dig deep,
When I'm holdin' this mic,
I don't just beat pip squeeks,
The tides come in and the earth shakes,
200 mph wind I'm your worst fate,
Birthdate,
July 6, 1980,
How can your age even matter when you rhyme this crazy,
Awww, man, I gotta thank the lord,
Cause with this pen in my hand,
I don't think that hard,
It just happens,
Wrist action classic in the making,
I kick back, and just laugh I'm happy that I'm amazing,
Look at me, gaze into my eyes, see the poverty,
Now understand why me and this music gotta be,
It's something that's inside of me,
And I can't shake it,
So I embrace it,
And let ya'll taste it
Modern Day Slavery lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Immortal Technique, DJ GIJOE)
DJ GI Joe rock that..
The 13th amendment
(...they say nothing wrong
A change is gonna come -
You know and I know
You know that I know
I know that you know that something's gotta change is gonna come...)
[Bridge]
First you clean his hands from top to bottom
Grand afferents then wash him, then you go pick the cotton
Listen y'all I'm tired man, I swear (I've been running)
For so long trying to be strong with you (I've been running)
I'm exhausted (Ohh yeah)
My feet hurt (I don't...)
Wanna run no more (I don't...)
Wanna run no more (I don't know what's a bed)
They said (a change is going)
WHEN (a change is going)
WHEN (a change is going [?] everyday)
[Joell Ortiz:]
Ain't nothing changed except the chains
That restraining our physical frame
Mentally we still living the same
Its lock down
They knock down the Towers to raise tax
Anything they burn we pay back
I live in the hood; you'll never bump into Pat Seajack
But we spin the wheel every time we chill
Cuz cops hate blacks, and Hispanics they draw gats
And just slam it before the ask where your hand is
I don't see how a wallet can be mistaken for a cannon
So please don't let em play us no more
In everyway I'm ready, willing, and able to war
Like any day I could pop I'd be in the front
Like, please let the force be with me in this pump
Housing want me to work cuz I'm still on my mom's lease
Threatening to raise the rent if I don't pick up them park leaves
Ain't nothing in this world for free
But somehow they got us fooled that this world is free
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
THIS IS MODERN DAY SLAVERY
YOU SEE (yes)
CARRY I.D. (yes)
WATER IS A FEE (yes)
THIS AIN'T HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MAN (I've been running)
For so long trying to be strong with you (I've been running)
I'm exhausted (Ohh yeah)
My feet hurt (I don't...)
Wanna run no more (I don't....)
Wanna run no more (I don't know what's a bed)
They said (a change is going)
WHEN (a change is going)
WHEN (a change is going [?] everyday)
[Immortal Technique:]
Our people are the product of genocide and slavery
Everything in the ghetto was how it was made to be
Designed in a process, Prison Industrial Complex
Niggaz transformed into numbers and objects
We pay the devil rent for living in hell
Cuz the projects was built on the spot where Lucifer fell
Incarcerated knowledge heavy weight (Heavy Nigga)
Every black man should read through the Romany Chapter 28
Cursed in the city like we're cursed in the field
Cursed on the border, and cursed by the New World Order
Our sons and daughters were stolen by another people
[?] end of the Earth, land of the Eagle
This is the sequel to the prophecy
Freedom when peaceful then violent is my philosophy
I built an army, now I'm gonna build a nation
The foundation of a new civilization
And overthrow the plantation
[Chorus: Immortal Technique]
MODERN DAY SLAVERY SEE? (yes)
IT WAS DESIGNED TO BE (yes)
PATRIOT ACT 3 (yes)
Just wait young nigga you'll see (I've been running)
For so long, my people been strong, but yo (I've been running)
I'm exhausted (Ohh yeah)
My heart hurts (I don't...)
But I'm gunning them more (I don't....)
But I'm gunning them more (Fuck them, niggas!)
I said, we gotta make em (a change is going)
We gotta make em (a change is going)
Quick motherfucker (lock and load)
Immortal Technique
Joell Ortiz
Harlem, Brooklyn
You know what it is nigga, the rebirth of the Young Lords
Coming soon motherfucka
You sleep and you die nigga...
Good night motherfucka!
125 Part 3 (Connections) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Ras Kass, Stimuli, Grafh, Gab Gacha)
[Sample:]
"I don't know what I'm gonna do."
[Ras Kass:]
Huh. I do. Get low. Ha
Bar none
When I spit a bar, I spit a [?]
Hennessy, Hypnotic
Patron, Couroisier
Grey Goose
I grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group turn blue like they Snoop
Watch face blue, but I'm grimey duke
I like most of y'all niggas better in your shiney suits
At the hood, after hours, when I'm on the loose
Cause I hang with troops like Sadaam on the noose
So fuck what y'all trying to pass off as the truth
I done jumped from the earth and touched the Universe's roof
Crash landed back on planet like meteor
Dust off my white tee and lift Lamborghini doors
I keep me a meaty whore
Trini in bikini, apple martini whore
Y'all niggas is CB4
My niggas in CDC
Bounty hunter ECG
Dipping Newports into PCP
Give a mic to me is UFC on Spike TV
Niggas talk gangsta shit but he ain't one
Till he see that gun and realize nobody really love you
Like New York on VH1
I'm the ghetto experiment
Pop in at any son
Me and the project, project, projecting objects at anyone
Blackjack bitches, that's 21
Dare any nigga to be a dollar and see
You want the king of the west then holler at me
[Joell Ortiz:]
Who's been eating? I haven't daddy
Just been the booth's Houdini, working my magic scrappy
Industry jabbing at me
I'm just trying to keep my marriage happy
But the politics and the games driving me crazy like an Arab cabbie
Still I never quit
Def Jam's president, from up the block, around the corner
Down the street, where I'm selling it
Who said, "Joell is sick"?
Man I'm on the deathbed
I wrote this on the bedspread, with IV in my wrist
I am him
The product of a moms who got high and a father who ain't say "bye" to them
His family that is
Know that y'all can never break me
Look in my eyes, listen up guys... don't make me
Only a rookie in the game's eyes
Been doing this since I was yeeh high
It's alright to be shook
I will turn the first album into a library book
C'mon let's skim through the pages in my diary, look
18 I rock those stretchers
19 I dropped a 12 inch
Rawkus Records, that's when I hooked up with G. Rap
It's nothing, bang
Y'all heard the streets feedback
At 25 I'm the outcome of everything between that
[Sha Stimuli:]
Y'all know I'm everything y'all want to be
I do the shit you never do
I feel it when you look at me
I'd kill myself if I was you
You
See, but luckily I'm not
I used to run in labels like, "You should fuck with me I'm hot."
By now I could have sold some mills and showed that I was so for real
While your roster fucked around like Lauren Hill's
Let me stop, I ain't hating on nobody
It's like the whole world is waiting on somebody
They say that I'm the obvious replacement
I just say this shit's a hobby
Lot of new rappers waiting in the lobby
But I'm coming up
Me and Joell, do it so well
Niggas either want to throw shells or ride on our coattails
Oh well
Go tell someone I'm coming
I'm sonning niggas without touching they mother
There's no one above me
I told y'all that I was a problem
Rappers started studying me like they could solve it
Listen close
I got a 9 times 5
I pop 3 times 2
Add drama, take away your respect and divide you
In half, for your math I do this til I'm through
Living life, breathing breath, I bring death to your whole crew
I don't know if there's a better MC
Some people get better with time, I say the getting better with me
I got, I got my rhymes tight, the streets gave Sha light
Now you see me holding C-Notes like the Chi-Lites
It's The Present motherfucker
[Grafh:]
I got one happy soldiers, esse that clappy clappy toaster
That turn you brains into nasty tapioca
Ewwww
Then I hop back on over
To drop autograph while I'm autographing a poster
I'm in the cut like
Chains stashed in a sofa
I'm Hennessy straight, you a pretty ass glass of mimosa
You a bum, I caught you trying to go half on a soda
You make the change, I use the stash in my loafer
So it don't matter what I pack in a holster
Cause I slash you till I scratch the plaque off the back of your molar
It'll cut through the back of a boulder
Owwww
Got a pack full of sodas with a bag of explosives
And they clapping them toasters that can detach your back from your shoulders
After I blow your little daughter out the back of her stroller
And the ricochet will blow her back in the stroller
Cause that gat caliber has the motor out the back of a roaster
Vrrrom
Get drunk and try to spaz you joker
Till I punch you in your face and move your back tooth over
I'll knock 'em down your throat
You gag, you choke up
Then I bet by the time your lungs collapse, you sober
Breathe easy
Back don't ya
I'm a crack donor
So my tax write off is a crack smoker
Aaaayyyyye
I ain't battling no one so don't bring a challenger over
If I wanted a challenger I'd battle my poster
[Gab Gotcha:]
I ain't never met a thug that my slugs ain't like
I never met one who lived or walked straight, when they all hit right
Head or the back you parents are attending a mass
Centered around that box wood, lacquered in black
With you you laying stiff in the cushion
While I'm pushing a 'Lac, past the church while your family's looking
Over your face, me driving over the bridge
With coke in a space sealed by placing a switch
If life is a bitch then she fuck me nice
Boxed up for seven joints now she pregnant, bout to birth me yikes
My first born at least, VS1
My seed cultivating, that love grow out of weed and concealed guns
Triple beam lust
Finger fucking them grams that make twins out of one of my hand
My connect away set me apart
The potential to flood it like when Noah finished building the Ark
Colombian
Moving coke is an art
If Michelangelo was Pablo, Gab Gotcha gotta be Picasso
I rock flows and crush rocks for your nostrils
Clutch glocks that pop when that blow make you hostile
[?] or I unload a clip
And siamese twin your head and the lobby
Silicone tips makes less sizzle
Implants in your chest like fake tits, holes size of your nipples
Nigga
Gab Gotcha. Crown City nigga.
Block Royal lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Hey yo Carl Blaze tell Screw we did it B R.
[Chorus:]
If you never ran
Never will
Sit up in the can
Wait it out
Never squeal
Then you Block Royal.
See that the team is fed
When it gotta go down
You aim beam at his head
Then you Block Royal.
It ain't easy being a rider
But I guess sometimes you
Just gotta do wha you gotta.
We're not guaranteed a tomorrow
But when you royality on the block you dyin with honor.
Who practically own your jeans
Play up in X-Bar and deep with Prostyle and Camillo we rep hard.
Screw army B R, B R, B R,
Don't tool on me
We are, we are, we are
More than a million strong, who want what
Hey Carl Blaze just pass we tight already you can get stomped up.
I'm usually calm but I took to many losses last year,
I swear I'm fitted call Akon up.
My Senegal Africans get ta clappin fa niccas yea,
Sit em in ya anthem get it crackin and disappear.
We ain't a CLICK, we ain't a GANG, we a FAMILY
We're in New York, we're in L A, we're in Miami.
We definitely in New Jerz
Where plenty of murders occur
So just splurge
When a nicca says
Yo datz ma word
Free Flav, Cessa, free Jo Lo, free Umph, Mike My, free Joe Joe.
[Chorus]
Who V.I.P up in Exit with tha bottle slouchy.
Ain't let us up in Lotus so we tore down Roxy's.
On tha side of tha booth with Enough
See I'm buggin I'm drunk
Shorty ugly but her booty is tuff
And I stays after ass I have ta have sumthin with a bounce
Like a track from Dre at Aftermath.
Somebody said let's slide to Ringside,
It's poppin a 2-Tone
Inside with dat wakatezee they watch out.
Clockin tha way we move
Rockin tha crazy jewels
But God forbid they should plot
We'll be poppin with eighty-two's.
They don't call him A K fa nuthin
What you thinkin bout
He'll lay sumthin down in New York
And take the Lincoln out.
All the way down ta Sweets get a shape up and eat
Call Big Joe walk right in y'all been on line fa weeks.
Dennis line tha freaks so that V I's packed
So I'm probably lyin
When I tell you that I'll be right back.
[Chorus]
[2-Tone:]
Yo Joe E Z I told you
Screw saw it
Carl Blaze repped it
You already know how 2-Tone feel about it
Now everybody gonna feel it.
Heavy Hitters got us,
All Pro got us,
We run around ownin tha clubs with Hitless.
New Life is fammo (Big Joe) we don't even know what a club line looks like.
When you Block Royal you walk right in.
How many people?
What you mean how many people?
2-Tone plus seventy-three.
Yeeeeooooowwwwwwww
[Joell Ortiz:]
Yeeeeooooowwwwwwww
Latino lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. La Bruja)
[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, look around in my neighborhood (aquà en el barrio, tú sabes)
See how we live, see right there on that corner
That's where they sell the drugs (la manteca broder)
Run the numbers and, play dominoes, whistle at the fly ladies
You know, I'm Latino, hahahahaha (pa que sepa)
[Joell Ortiz:]
The dope gets sold by the bodega
While y'all call it dope, we call it the manteca
We don't look for lotto numbers in the newspaper
We play it right over the counter by the Now & Laters
Sit down on milk crates and play dominoes
¡Capicu! Slam it down, tell 'em adios
Another round of beers before we go upstairs
And watch a fuzzy TV on some of the oldest chairs
Relax, take a bath and get nice and clean
Come out just in time for dinner, you know rice and beans
A little chicken, maybe tostones, it's up to Ma
She might be tired keepin this house all up to par
Sometimes I look out the window and see some nice wheels
I got a thing for rims, they give me slight chills
Round here you get killed over a ice-grill
Guns pop but the O.G.'s carry knives still (word)
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz (La Bruja)]
(Latinooooo) I'm that and I'm proud
If you don't know us let me tell you about (Latinooooos)
We got beautiful women (la-la-la la-la-la la-la)
And they all seem to know their way around the kitchen
I'm (Latinooooo) yeah we stick together
We had hard lives so our skin is thick forever
We (Latinoooooos) I'm that and I'm proud (la la la la la la laaaa)
If you don't know us let me tell you about
[Joell Ortiz:]
See e'ry block got a different crew
This kid I knew got paralyzed cause of his tattoo
And he wasn't in a gang
Just some young punk tryin to come up and get a name
Put a bullet in his brain, it's a shame
But yo, on a better note
Latina women look so good from head to toe, get 'em and never let 'em go
Baseball is big in my town
So is boxing, a hundred he don't see the ninth round
These young girls is fresh, they like to get piped down
Babies havin babies, guess who on the WIC line now?
Guess who got welfare? Guess who on Medicaid?
Guess who left they kid with their girl for eleven days?
Without callin, cause he's ballin
One year from now he'll have a child support warrant
It happen all the time in my community
That's the difference between someone like you and me - I'm
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz:]
Big Chino got a truck, and a bike, and a boat
But Chino got a gun cause his life full of coke
And Chino havin fun, he don't like bein broke
But Chino gon' be done, FBI is no joke
And I don't want Chi' to get knocked
When the truck around he buy ice cream for the block
See where I'm from the kids look up to the hustlers
Even if they're family with some of the customers
My abuela used to tell me to stay off the corner
You heard what happened to Mrs. Rivera's daughter?
See she had got caught in the crossfire right there in broad day
Shot her in the back tryin run in the hallway
By my buildin all you hear is, "Oye
Ten cuidado la policia esta en la esquina de Broadway"
There's action all the time in my neighborhood
But see we all mind our business like a neighbor should
See this one right here is for all my Latinos around the world
Around the world man, there's so many of us man
Be proud of who you are man, I love y'all niggaz
Joell Ortiz
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Joell Ortiz & La Bruja:]
Latinooooos
Brooklyn Bullshit lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Brooklyn is in the house and
Brooklyn is in the house and
Just wave your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care, care
[Joell Ortiz:]
Yes I am on that Brooklyn bullshit
That's where I was born and raised nigga
It's 718 nigga
It's a genuine borough nigga
Greezy niggaz man
Chea, check, uh
(Joell Ortiz) check
[Verse 1:]
So what I act for an ace on your sigarette
On the first and third I'm happy cuz all the fiends get a check
So what I still go up to the roof to bone
With a bird from the p's who gives ruthless dome
So what I'm still chipping for a bag of weed
And if that L looks skimpy I leave half the seeds
So what it's the second day I wore these jeans
I was chilling yesterday, they don't stink, ya'mean?
So what I get a shape up when I need a cut
I ain't woofing that bad, I can use these 5 bucks
So what I get a beer on credit, from my corner store
I be going there for years goddammit
So what I lose my re-up in dicegames
In the mall I'll be scheming to find me a nice chain
So what exit dinner when I don't feel like cooking
I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from bullshit
[Chorus:]
E'time you come around your face turn to a frown
You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock
The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size
Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock
Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
[Verse 2:]
So what I ask my man for a piece of chicken
When it ain't yours for some reason it always taste different
So what we five deep in a two door whip
We gotta get where we going if you fit you fit
So what I still reside in my moms crib
Now fuck that, I'm rhyming to get outta there kid
So what, yes I do have two baby mothers
Yes they do stay two buildings away from eachother
So what I only had one job in my life
And that friday I got my check is the friday I took flight
So what I skip lines in front of the club
The niggaz quiet, the bitches is always like "that's fucked up"
So what my cable box in the hood is still hot
And my whole fam be silent everytime they knock
So what I spent a couple nights in the bookings
I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from bullshit
[Chorus:]
E'time you come around your face turn to a frown
You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock
The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size
Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock
Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
[Verse 3:]
So what every now and then I hop out cabs
Papi took the long way, papi think I'm ass
So what I cop blue Hawaiians instead of a bottle
I'll catch Brooklyn drinks if they close the Apollo
So what I got my mans shirt on my back
I had this shit for 4 months, he don't want this back
So what when we 20 deep, I act up
Yo best better be easy, don't get clapped up
So what these ain't real rocks up in my watch
When the sun hit the face this shit still looks hot
So what I rob you blind if your ass ain't looking
I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from bullshit
[Chorus: x2]
E'time you come around your face turn to a frown
You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock
The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size
Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock
Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
125 Part 4 (Finale) lyrics - Joell Ortiz
(Yeah)
Dear Lord (word)
Why do I feel how I feel?
I could move a thousand bundles of krills (uh huh)
I could hit the lottery for a mil
Money no longer make me smile, it's wild
Stress hurt like burying your first child (word)
I'm really losin' my drive to do this music (damn)
If it don't happen after this, I'm through with it (done)
Twenty-five, still live at my mom's crib, two kids
Ever heard that saying, "so smart you're stupid"?
That's me
Fourteen and change on my S.A.T.'s
Chose the project over college, what a fuck up (fuck)
On the block hollering at bitches like "fuck you, you stuck up"
But what could a shorty see in a jerk, a man when she leave?
A man when she get back from work
What am I worth? (huh?)
Then they said my pay could get me out the P's
But he been away for five, so he don't see what I see (woof)
Mom's like "turn that down, I can't hear my T.V. (shit)
Worrying about them beats, I ain't raised no deadbeats (but I–)
Better find you a application boy, get up on yo feet" (right)
Though your E.D.'s was dirty, my rhyme book was neat (ya)
Plus I ink my heart and soul in 'em sheets (but uh)
Holla at me though (word)
I'm so unhappy yo
Don't wanna be the dude in the barbershop that coulda made it (nah)
And decipher when young boys spittin' shit that's outdated
And 'em niggas walkin' away like homie was overrated (damn)
Life ain't a bitch
Life is life and I hate it
Never tried suicide, I ain't got the heart to pull it
Know your brain feel pain when it stained by that bullet (whoa)
I don't wanna live
Yet I don't wanna die (die)
And have God say "you was about to do it, Joell why?" (why)
Daddy, do you even care that yo boy is still alive? (uhh)
Ain't seen you since '83, hello to you to (damn)
Guess I was unimportant, and you had to do you
Sad that I had to guess, that just added to my stress
Mom did her best– man, fuck that, I don't get it
How could you just go and forget that I existed? (your son)
Guess I'm not like you
'Cause I ain't a punk (no way)
I don't run away from problems, I solve 'em and man up (what)
Mom said I got a step-brother named Jamel
A older sister as well
Forgot her name
Why did we never meet?
I was the only child (uh huh)
Who wasn't an only child (uh huh)
Who felt lonely, wow (wow)
How can I tell my sons about a grandpa I ain't know? (you can't)
I'm done with you, yo next topic
I miss you James, I seen your daughters last month
They gettin' big (yeah)
I know you surprised in heaven that Yvette had a kid (haha)
Wish we could sip one more bluie together (one more)
In that RX-7, we all smelt like gas (haha)
Still we hopped in the pool, shopped off with her ass (shaw)
P.A. ain't the same without you
Whenever me and P.O. get bent, that's my word
We think about you (word)
Rollin' up your sleeve, that's when we knew you was drunk
Remember that time your armpit had that yellowish stuff? (haha)
What the fuck was that? (yeah)
Be proud of me, I'm coming up in rap (what)
Jus waiting on my dough, you know the biz (biz)
What up with Miz? Tell that nigga I say "what up?"
DeVon gettin' better in b-ball, his tall ass is tryna dunk (haha)
Through this gift right here, I promise to stay in touch
One, when will this bus come? Been waitin' on this ride for years (years)
All my shirts is stiff from the driest tears
What the fuck? I'm knife, the world need to know (c'mon)
Comments on HipHopGame say "honestly, he should blow" (Joell)
All these meetings was lame, every one is the same (where we goin'?)
I pop in my demo and everyone blows insane
Walk out the building, head higher than cocaine
Only for me to never ever hear from them again (damn)
That's why I contemplate puttin' my pen away
But I don't, 'cause muh'fuckers did the same shit to Jay (word)
Coincidence? Nah, I don't believe in those (fuck em)
Shit happens for a reason, if this was meant, I'll know (word)
What do I got to do, Lord? My song's is tight (uh huh)
My shows is jam-packed, I'm hip hop's "anthrax" (sick)
Nobody can touch me but I'm still in the hood
How could you leave me around danger when your boy's this good?
Patience is a virtue but enough is enough (yeah)
By the time I get on I'll be to tired to celebrate
Yeah, I know I'm lying, I'll wake up when I get that cake (haha)
First thing I'll cop is a plane ticket and escape (flyy)
I don't care where just far away from here (gone)
Turn my phone off, I'll fold my beach chair and just stare (look at this shit)
Like "hell yeah, life"
Told you we twinkle our toes in the sand that's white (c'mon)
Last one to the ocean is weak
And swim in the water that's clear enough to stand up and see your feet (damn)
But that's only "if", if "If" was a CEO (what)
We'd all have a deal (huh)
We'd all sell a mil (word)
I'm talkin' to underdogs who feel how I feel
Well y'all can't feel how I feel, but you know what I mean
Right now I can only write about the things I've seen (cool though)
Sounds sad but, I could fit that in a sixteen
And the furthest I ever been was L.A. for a couple of days
Can't front, the plane was smooth and in front of the train (haha)
And anyway, everything ain't okay
I'm try and live for today, but tomorrow's a repeat of yesterday (psyche)
Same shit, different paper
Another let down, but they disguise it this time with a different answer (damn)
The game's scared to gamble and they know I'm nice (c'mon)
How you gonna double up yo dough if you don't roll 'em dice? (damn)
It's a fifty-fifty chance, but in my case, it's ninety-nine to one (one)
The one is what I'm gon' say when I'm done havin' fun with these tracks
'Cause yes, it's so, so easy (yeah)
Like readin' the Good Book in a room with no T.V. (what)
No I ain't braggin', just a confident kid (uh huh)
That ain't reaping the benefits he deserved for conquering "this" (c'mon)
"This" meaning the crowd (crowd), the art (art), hip hop itself
I am the one, Neo is my son
People, I'm from the bottom just like you
If you ain't from the bottom, no offense, but you are not who I write to (nah)
I'm the underdog's underdog, I love the odds (love 'em)
Joy feels so much better when the road was hard (ahh)
I can't wait, literally
I'm the epitome of what a real nigga Emcee should be (uh uh)
Follow me...
L.I.F.E. lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Let me paint a picture for these suburb niggas
This the hood
Dope fiends, syringes on the cracked concrete,
Lie next to a dirty dipper, life on the streets is real (real)
Fiends forming crack packs at night
And sell they daughter's brand new bike to fill a pipe
It's sad. We've got it bad, weed bags and dutches
Re-lax and puff it escape reality
Until your high come down, you look around
And see the same thing you seen before you gave duke a pound
And copped your little chronic, it's off the hook in the projects
Parents hooked on drugs, these kids hooked on phonics
How little man gonna concentrate on ABC's
When he gotta go down the hall to watch they TV (cause you done sold his)
[Chorus: x2]
L - You live it, don't like it but learn to love it
I - It ain't fair, but who cares, you gotta thug it
F - For sheezee my attitizee is fuck it
E - Either you roll or get rolled on it's nothing
I was probably 9 or 10 when I picked up my pen
Down in Short's crib, listenin to Criss-Cross then
That's when my verses had a million curses and 10 gats
Fast cars, and I ain't know where the gas peddle was at (you know)
10 years old, peddling crack, at least to me I was
See hood youngins wanna be like thugs
Straight A students got laughed at and called a herb
By people in they class that wished they could be called a nerd
But they ain't take time to sound out all of they words
So they covered it up with jokes and cut to smoke herbs
And fill cups with alcohol, over school nights
Parents needed a Tylenol, teachers ain't know they child at all
At home they weren't wild at all, but when they got to school
Bad influences and peer pressure was pilling on
Quote unquote cool crowds was where they wanted to fit in
A lot of them wish they didn't now they all got addictions
Winter time, out in the cold, sniffling on a mission
To find something that which is cool when they was school skippin
If they could turn back hands they would have took school different
But ain't no time machines
Now they stuck in the mind of fiends
Feeling sorry for they selves, life is mean and
Shorty they was feeling now proudly sports a diamond ring
That the nerd gave to her - Wishing they was the one that was engaged to her
Now who's the cool crowd?
[Chorus: x2]
L - You live it, don't like it but learn to love it
I - It ain't fair, but who cares, you gotta thug it
F - For sheezee my attitizee is fuck it
E - Either you roll or get rolled on it's nothing
A Man With A Gun lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Biggie Smalls & Jay-Z)
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates
Fuck him, I didn't want to go to Heaven anyway
But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped
Talking 'bout some praise the lord shit
Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her
I'd probably screw her, and dump her body in the sewer
Our Father – My pops stuck up dope spots
Big black and mean with the fifth by the gabardine
What you expected from his next of kin?
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
The lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin
Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
and my body start to shake?
[Joell Ortiz:]
I ain't here to make friendships
I'm already cool with a bunch of fool ass niggas that extend clips
And get they blast on
You'll be better off walkin' through Manhattan with a Bin Laden mask on
I walk in the club – hammer's get to passin'
You walk in to clubs with Hammer – you a has-been
I'm what's hot now, don't get mad at me
I'll make sure your ever after ain't happily
They'll bring flowers, light candles, post pictures up
Spray paint handball courts – dead nigga stuff
And you don't want that, so breathe easy, relax
The shotty make your body real easy to detach
The doc'll have a hard time trying to put your BACK together
So get your ACT together, scrap
Now who had said Puerto Ricans can't rap? (huh?)
Homeboy please, this is Joell Ortiz
[Jay-Z:]
When the gun is tucked, untuck - nigga you die
It's like numchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one thus, meanin' no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in Heaven when I (bam!) 'splay the seven
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
(bl-blast) that I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with it friend
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
A One Two lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[Intro: Joell Ortiz (DJ Tedsmooth)]
A one two, a one two (Tedsmooth!) A one two, a one two (Straight Face!)
I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz (You remember!)
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Uh! The feet is Nike the jeans is Levi
The tee is white the fitted is N.Y.
My box are Diddy the box is pretty
But the bottle inside a have you wobblin dribblin
I rep the most poppin city (New York)
The apple is rotten the blocks is gritty the ave is gwoppin
Decoys is lurkin toys is squirtin
Tuck that hurt in them boys is hurtin
We gamble wild the games get violent
The hammers loud the neighbors silent
The cameras flash the sirens flare
The ambulance ain't fast you dyin there
To pay cable you grindin here
The kitchen table a white affair
The rappers spit the time is near
I'm straight hood that's how I'm rhymin yeah!
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
A one two, a one two, a one two, a one two
I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Uh! The boots is Tim's the jeans is Polo
The hoodie is Champ the skully is Solo
The leather is Pelle the AB's no go
I'll let you slide if the ball is Ocho
I'm too cool can't ruin my mojo
Don't fuck you dicks pause no homo
You talk slick you 'gon fall in slow mo
My right quicker with the force of Cotto
I write hits on my thoughts I'm oh so
Starlight like a toss from Romo
The theater is wack we bottleg movies
Too much for packs the moves is Lucy's
The broads is bad with awesome fatties
It turns you on when they call you daddy
The butter is shower the high is sweet
The love is yaowww and you like this speech
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
A one two, a one two, a one two, a one two
I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz
Am I A Psycho (Remix) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Pharoahe Monch & B.O.B.)
I see you!
I see you looking at me, looking at me
So I ask: am I psycho?
Am I psycho? yeah, I'm a psycho!
I guess I'm a psycho!
Is a cricket making noise outside of my window cell,
I can't concentrate at my'
While reading a book and cooking, some say this is add,
I count every single step I take I like add.
I just removed the breaks of my brand new atv,
And switch the wheels with a bmx that I received in '83.
I'm a' a political naked and say hey!
I totally forgot what I would say,
But it would be mean and they would just scream
And throw the' and tried to chase me'
I used to love the goose, but'
It was actually a tragedy, man'. is crazy!
When everybody's happy, that makes me mad and I get angry,
Everybody said that I'm' I'm not a baby
I just like to have my way and play and say these really good rhymes,
And make you tumble up'
[Chorus: x2]
Am I a psycho?
Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a psycho!
Hey, why are you looking at me, hm?
I ain't looking at you, hm?
But I gotta be looking at you, to see that you're looking at me
That's true!
Forget what I just said, may name is ted, you wanna be cool?
Maybe go shoot some pool,
Maybe go swim in a pool,
Maybe will hit the gym, you'll see how much weight I can pull.
I make good', but I ain't so cool and'
But maybe we won't be friends, I'll make your eyeball look azul.
With a left, a right, I'm kicking the fight, let's fight and that it's cool!
Last night I watched the ' that movie it was clear,
Nobody walked across the screen, and I'm the only one the cheer!
Scratching my nuts here, 'beer, hugging my bear,
Dough, a deer, a female deer, rain upon him, run son!
Protect your mom and sister, here they come!
Bring it on you' how dare you test the'
I'll drag your fury ass across the'
[Chorus: x2]
Am I a psycho?
Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a psycho!
Here's the line about how I reached my [?] when I rhyme,
[?] ego is nine, I'm a fucking american psycho.
Lucky number seven, six million'
So seven, leaving skeletons [?]. this reveal post,
[?] I killed him, propped them behind a wheel.
When I ditched his last words, you need to see doctor'
Cannibal, tragic, and more dramatic,'
Defrost the [?] smack the shit out of you and refreeze it,
Call it the first murder remix, kill him, revive him, I'll live him, [?]
You should totally sting that police officer with a sling,
'inside my head and not the police, it sting
Be wrapped around my finger when I'm working on the moon'
[Chorus: x2]
Am I a psycho?
Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a psycho!
Appreciate Ya lyrics - Joell Ortiz
I appreciate ya
I treat this like a war. I don't want no mediators.
Nah, this that grow up in the B's behavior
Next door to the greezy neighbors
Yeezy thank ya I do this for all the mean creators
I wish someone who neva needed favors to get where I’m at
Now they deem me a savior
But to be honest, I ain’t feelin’ like that
Man I just really like rap
Y’all lucky, trust me, I’m opposite the hands of Sandusky
With the shit that my pen state, these niggas can’t touch me
Ugly, shiit, you serious?! I’m hideous
I was betta than all you silly kids
While tryna figure out just who I really is
Throw a shot at me and I just laugh
My bullshit feel like a rifle full clip
Snipe that ass, boy, I’m hot and I be writin’ fast
Imagine if a nigga took his time to spazz
[Interlude]
You said it three in one? Funny
It’s four of us in a slaughter, that’s a three in one
Learned that in public school too
Like what’s in between a three and one
In Housegang I spoke to all three on one call
Like I dropped two albums and no.3 is one second from being done
Need y’all three to send me one verse a piece
For this heatmaker’s beat and brothers keep a one
Simple mathematics, I’m adding up to all these rap addicts
I don’t want to divide dough so multiplied flow and subtract maggots.
Like a brand new Craftmatic, boy, I’m back at it
Smokin’ these new boys like my last habit
Dabnabit, I tried to quit, but everything I kick’s like the last dragon
Hold somethin’ my drumma dick, they on my band wagon
I just gotta laugh, y’all pushin’ a lotta swag
I’m pushin’ this big ole’ hearse, don’t get body bagged!
Big Pun's Back lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Big Pun's Back!
Big Pun's Back!
Where all my Puerto Ricans at?
Wave your flags like that
[Verse 1:]
Still not a player I am just here out here tryna crush if it's phat
Dead in the middle of little Italy blowing her back
Now you can catch me in a cherry red 750 sippin' on a nut cracker cruising with the semi with me
I seen this hoe tryna stare, she said, "I know you I swear"
I said, "what you said your name was again? And I know you from where?"
High school? Go thata way
Man I'm doin' it ever night feel like a Saturday
You can't ruin it 'cause,
See the flow that I have put Joe's in a bag
Like a toe with a tag
So I know why you mad
When I roll down the Ave., real slow with a bad one making you guys at home look sad, but
Please don't be like this other dude that was thinkin' dumb
He tried to snuff Joe, so the Puerto Rican rum
Opened him up put a 6 to his fun,
A couple right hooks put a leak on his gums
Reached back to the TS, homie from the BX, but BKB is where I'm from
[Hook:]
Big Pun's Back!
Big Pun's Back!
Where all my Puerto roc's at?
Wave your flags like that
No need to worry to worry mi Boricuas
Yea your primo is back
Joell Ortiz the new Christopher Rios of rap,
And that's a wrap!
[Verse 2:]
16 but I'm not done
A few more strokes before I come
I am innocent in a lineup, In other words listen up niggas I am not the one
Ol' timer, new comer anybody can get it I'm so serious about these ones
This is how I feed my sons
So until the air leaves my lungs
Fe fi fo fum I'm a giant in this one
Take cover when ya'll hear me come
I'm colossal man, I squash you underneath my feet like gum
I rep the Roc and apple my squad will clap you
When they point that nozzle at you
It'll heart attack you
Skippin' on the beat like Pun
[Hook: x2]
Big Pun's Back!
Big Pun's Back!
Where are my Puerto roc's at?
Wave your flags like that
No need to worry to worry mi Boricuas
Yea your primo is back
Joell Ortiz the new Christopher Rios of rap,
And that's a wrap!
Black Rock lyrics - Joell Ortiz, Namir Blade, Stalley, Solemn Brigham
(performed as Mello Music Group)
[Joell Ortiz:]
Hear that choppa, hear that choppa
Hear that choppa ring, and then I-
Yeah right, y'all know that ain't my thing
Boy, I sold crack rock with Blacklock
Turn back blocks into black ops
Stuntin', turn big Willies into have-nots (yuh)
If you get shot, man, it's a hour before Matlock
And them show up, if your rent late
Then they padlockin' yo door up (c'mon)
My come up was ugly, store trips colorful money
Four-fifths huggin' the tummy, warships, nothin' was funny
That Brooklyn borough is thorough
Over bitches, Bengals they throw bullets like Burrow
And put you in the ground like you burrowed
Then spin your block again just to make all that murder shit plural
I can't believe I made it, like sperm that's supposed to be sterile
But here I am and my words are certainly fertile
A twist of the wrist, your favorite artist turns into a mural
Y'all wearin' dresses and purses, dressin' in Birkins, fam
I put a cap in that gown, pop and circumstance
[Namir Blade:]
I can tell you ain't from 'round that
Tell your favorite rapper that I want my sound back
(On God) My niggas can't allow that
We hop up in the whip and pull up where your house at
With the loud strap
We dem Browns, where you found that?
Unannounced, bitch
Keep the pace, then we bounce (hoo)
Niggas off-priced, so much cap it's astoundin'
East Side nigga run amok in your township
Back in that lab again
Back on yo ass again, I bagged and tagged
Then whip through Madison, now East Afghanistan
We murked 'n' skrrt, do dirt like Zatarain's
I been so adamant, so cold like avalanche
I go by Babalam, in my bag again
Mo' moolah, mo' problems, go crazy
[?], headshot 'em, red-dot 'em
Fed-watchin', two Os
[?] tunnel under just like I'm El Chapo
Back up on my bullshit
Me no send no stance, bitch, you get a full clip (huh)
Whole squad on some bullshit
This that churches [?]
Pulpit, you fuckin' with a cool kid
Loose deuce clique, small room full of goons
Could become a tumor, a nuisance
Fuck a shed, my dawgs come with a toolkit
They act a fool with
All my dreamers be elusive, I need the whole team
[Stalley:]
Cold-blooded, I been hunted by a slew o' niggas
Body bags, toe tags how I do it, niggas
Shotgun with a blue rag out the window then we blew on niggas
Ridin' round all night until the sky done went light blue on niggas
Yeah, we up (yeah, we up)
Yeah, son, we up (yeah, son, we up)
Shinin' like the 90s, Juelz's truck
I got the rope link with the boat anchor
Outside, I don't know danger
Hang around like a coat hanger
Still slidin', I throw fingers
Press the issue (press the issue)
If a nigga's ridin' with' you
Then they leavin' with' you (then they leavin' with' you)
If you owe me, then you pay me
I don't miss a nickel (I don't miss a nickel)
I'm a fuckin' symbol (fuckin' symbol)
My checkbook on Steve Ballmer
I'ma do what I want, don't believe karma
Hit the lot, get a new whip
Drop the top, then bleed on 'em (skrrt)
Niggas talkin' like they cold as shit
I ain't never seen a sneeze on 'em
I cough up another brick
Build a house, new keys on 'em
That's another mansion in North Georgia
While niggas goin' on foreclosure
That M3 my fourth order
Yeah, I got a lake out back, I'm sittin' on 50 (acres, acres)
If you said I wouldn't make it, y'all just (haters, haters)
And we don't pay attention to none of that
Y'all pocket-watchin' and clock-clockin'
We sittin' right where the numbers at
We quarterbackin', we play-callin'
We hand it off then run it back
We foresees in the Four Seasons
White winters and summers black
Now how the fuck they gon' handle that?
I came for the whole thing
I know you ain't expected that
[Solemn Brigham:]
Hold the work, need to skrrt
Hold the cheese, need to bail
Clean the gun, clean the funds
Clean my hands, clean the scale
Do my dirt, at the dance, ain't tryna flirt
Hit my mans, came home to first
Watch the feds, don't overlook
Hit the bed, but I can't right now
Same oldheads try to take me down
Tears so high, while the pay so low
Everybody here wanna get a good play
Tell 'em Brigham on four, better pray for the down
Still got a plug on payroll
Whole team make move when I say so
I'ma run the whole game on my grandmama chain
We done put a block up but it still came down
Slay me now, let me live
Heal me love, look me down, be my judge
Gangsta is as gangsta does
I got fans, they can't tell I'm just a man
Needed love, be my drugs, need my buzz
I don't plan, just show up, ayo
God, don't give what you can't, ho
I just met a bad thang, she stable
Now she mad that the crib gotta lay low
That's the life that you get with a playa, doe
Same band, never know when I get home
Fed up but we both wanna let go
Had to put in on chill like a leftov'
Coulda seen it all comin' from the get-go
Ayo, I know they run up (know they run up)
I roll up every moment
Hit the show like, "What up?" (show like what up)
I know they want us
Gunna eatin' carbonadas (carbonadas)
I know you need the ponies
I could float if you want it
Ayo, ayo, I know you better
I know you won't get on it, no one told you better (told you better)
My ponies and my homies live too close together (close together)
Got lamb but I don't live on and say my prayer but for the moment
Hold the peace, know the streets
Clear the air from my ass
Guard your coupe, flip the mat when I stash the loot
Won't show the world, head to turf
Break your legs, don't overwork
Just as fam can't know for cert'
Papa's gone, I ain't take it personal
Might get blown, I gotta feed the Earth
Flash the chrome, don't be a jerk
Once you're gone, you can't watch your tone
Rep the game, y'all know the perks
Catch the blame, y'all know the curse
Cops try to get me but I ran the first
Blue check, no stimmy, but it still gon' work
Life no gimme, but the wheel gon' turn
Tryna make it from the red to the endzone
(Endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone)
Can't You Tell? / Ghetto lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[Scratching: Jay-Z 'Blue Magic']
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
[Verse 1:]
Natural born hustler
Satisfying a customer
With this little box along side my jugular
I got the voice of a champ, flow like the levee broke
Fade away? I bet a Dre publishing check he won't
I love money too much, I gotta have it
It been like this for some time, I got a habit
Of lickin' my thumbs
And flippin' through ones and crumbled fives
Before rap made them hundreds arrive
That was me (where?)
On that block, drunk with some of my guys
With bundles and dollar signs in each one of our eyes
Sometime we stay there until the sun would arrive
When you awake, I'm in last nights clothes gettin' that cake
Till the last bit of work was gone and then I skate
So it's nothin' personal Interscope, I couldn't wait
I need a release date cause a date mean doe
I hope my fans understand and don't hate me though
But yo
[Chorus:]
Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick
"Can't you tell that I came..."
From BK
Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
[Verse 2:]
See, in the game I came from we was poor
So when you got a lot of gwap, you ain't stop you get more (let's go!)
Don't think a little change gon' make me lounge
You rappers ain't safe until the Lord send his angels down
Man, this life don't owe you, you got a lot of nerve
Everything I get, I get cause I get what I deserve
Cause I earned it
Y'all see how I design them words
Some of y'all say I'm a nerd but it's easy to find a verb
Couple adjectives and some nouns and give it rhymin' swerve
And make it fly like when guys come and buy a bird
See, a lot of my metaphors from the dope game
If you ain't from there, you won't hear/hair them, you need Rogaine
Truth of the matter is, I came up wearing no name
My mom used to tell me, "Walk ahead" to buy her cocaine
And food stamps held me down like steel
That's a large part of the reason I feel how I feel
But yo
[Chorus:]
Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick
"Can't you tell that I came..."
From BK
Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
[Verse 3:]
Uhhh
Ain't a damn thing promised in the dope game
Money make your man dishonest in the dope game
I'm tellin' you, the guns the hottest in the dope game
So please don't turn Carl Thomas in the "dope game"
And get emotional, just do what you supposed to do
Producers send more than one beat cause I'm tryin' to roast a few
And keep my snare poppin'
And DJ's hands choppin'
The Ortiz high won't die, it'll keep the fans coppin'
The haters is man jockin', they mad cause my Hancock is
In big bold letters on checks and they waitin' on Flex
To drop a bomb, I'm Vietnam, your boy I'll watch
Everything there gon' disappear like my real pops
Hustler ambition
Dope boy grindin'
Don't forget I'm old boy that Snoop's homeboy signed (Dre)
Things happen for a reason, y'all gon' know Joe name
I left the packs I'm with the tracks, this my new dope game
But yo
[Chorus:]
Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick
"Can't you tell that I came..."
From BK
Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick
"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"
Food For Thought lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[Intro: Joell]
Yo I ain't gon' front, shorty used to look GOOOOOD
She's just lookin alright nowadays
It's crazy {"C-C-C-Cookin Soul"}
[Joell Ortiz:]
Uhh, I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night
I see that it was your love that inspired me to write
I remember that day in the summer of 9-2
Everybody gathered 'round and they was talkin 'bout you
Eavesdropped for an hour and was happy when I left
Went upstairs and wrote what I would say the day we met
A little shorty then but I was confident to death
They made you sound so fly so I just tried to be my best
Crumpled a couple papers, first impressions happen once
So I just wrote what I had heard - sippin liquor, rap and blunts
Everybody said you liked that so that's what I tried to offer
My crush on you was out of this world like a flyin saucer
So next day I went outside and told the guys
What I'm a tell you when we met and they looked at me all surprised
My age was so young yet my words so mature
One dude turned and said "She just might let you in the door"
[Interlude: Joell]
Y'knowmsayin? I had such a crush on this girl cause
She was beautiful back then, it was like 9-2
E'rybody's gathered 'round in front of my buildin talkin about her
I'm like "Yo I can't wait 'til I meet her"
I went upstairs inspired! Y'knowmsayin?
Like, start writin down ideas like what I'm a tell her, the day we met
Like damn, check it
[Joell Ortiz:]
After years of talkin to the guys I sharpened my pick-up lines
And recorded 'em, makin sure they was delivered to you fine
From tryin to find you it was myself that I would find
So I told you who I was and the chronicles I designed
Then a few years ago Koch Records gave me a sign
I was doin the right thing when they put some money behind
My story, they figued you like what I had to say
I was popular, my story had even got back to Dre
Knew we was gon' meet, so I tried to stay calm
But I was fin' to be the man if I had you on my arm
Ain't get to my head though, still wrote my letters with charm
That's when a dude named Nas wrote a letter that you was gone
Tried not to believe him but then he was co-signed
By writers across the globe that was on they own grind
So what was I supposed to do? (what?)
For the first time in a long time I ain't have nothin to look forward to
[Interlude: Joell]
So y'all followin me, right?
I mean I'm pretty sure by now y'all should have an idea of who I'm talkin 'bout
I'm pretty sure y'all don't think she look as fly
As she used to back in the days either
So I ain't alone in this vote, but um
I'm a try to, I'm a try to save her, man
I'm a try to rescue her, man
Y'knowmsayin? She deserve that (listen)
[Joell Ortiz:]
I still wrote to you, even though I heard the rumors
That's when I came to my own understandin of who you was
No one's actually met you, they just write and hope you hear it
And hope that you're attracted to the person in their lyrics
Some people try to bag you by tellin you what they have
Hopin you're materialistic and like to brag
Others try to scoop you by portrayin that they tough
Prayin that you're a good girl and you like 'em rough
The newest sensation's tryin to get you through a dance
So if y'all bump heads at a party you'll give him an extra glance (hey!)
Then there's a couple people like I
That let you know exactly who they are, why not?
But not a soul's met you face-to-face
So with every word they write is where they place the faith
(Dear hip-hop) Provin the next line in this lyric
How can hip-hop be dead when she's a spirit?
[Outro: Joell]
YAOWA! Joell Ortiz (yeah)
Just fuckin 'round with my pen again, you know
Food for thought nigga, haha
I'm nice! [laughs] Yo man
I don't even know, where this gon' end up, but just give it some air
Rrrrah!
God Forbid lyrics - Joell Ortiz
(Heatmakerz)
Crack Music
Every now and then I ball flex
And flex bars like Dominique Dawes, no giving my arm rest
I rest arms in a arm rest, take a long breath
I turn that run down a coffin while taking crawl steps
Real rap I'm hearing New York's back
Like we left, like I ain't always have New York's back
Just for years bars wasn't something New York backed
Now we trying to recoupe like they bringing two doors back (nah)
I been a man with the word play, play with words 'till the words playin your [?] and it throw you back like a Thursday
On my worst day, all my verbs sway like a earthquake
And the curb caves in like a hurt [?] when he first [?]
Man, I hope they learning while I'm spitting
Somebody better tell 'em, they ain't heard that I was different
Let a frog jump and I'ma burn 'em with this smith 'n
Have his man standing there like Kermit with the Lipton
God Forbid they try play with me (yeah)
Gon' be a long day with me
God Forbid they try play with me (yeah)
Gon' be a long day with me
Real talk, yaowa
Man, stop urging these emerging lil' shitlets
They was lurking through the curtains
I was purging with the written
Every person with a pencil is a potential murder victim
Wave it at any angle and murk you
I mean, what is this? It's magic in all positions
Like Earvin before the sickness
I'm just a hood brother that loves nutter butters
But another rug rats blood could touch my rug cutter
Y'all lucky the persian in mom's crib is a motherfucker
'Cause I ain't beefin', just eatin' with my amigos
Sometimes my ego trip, 'cause my kids rather hear Migos
I'm like come on y'all, listen to new me
But I ain't doing bad in my Boujee so
This Porta-potty is for papi and Puerto Rico
From poor eating porridge to posher pouring [?]
Por favor, now pour more for my people
Underneath the floor, long before they was post to be [?]
So, now that I can carry on with a carry licensce
And carry along a very long clip, if you carrying on
Wildin' out or just leave the Mariah Carey songs
High pitch screams and pallbearer that carry you on
God Forbid they try play with me (yeah)
Gon' be a long day with me
God Forbid they try play with me (yeah)
Gon' be a long day with me
I Want It All lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Iffy The Badman)
[Hook: Iffy The Badman]
I gotta get it before it's too late
Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away
I just want it all, (I want it all yeah)
I just want it all
I want it all
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
More money, more money, more money
I wanna feel like new money till I'm old money
We have no money, mami will old money
Now I guess show money mami can blow money
I ain't stuck now, this is celebration
Poverty strickin hood nigga elevation
Mean I'm just chillin with this adaptation
Tryin to get use for car acceleration
And join all the form penetration man
I can't believe I fuck with one of those
Those the one from slumdog and them [?] clothes
Bad body pretty eyes extra funny knows
Who knows, I did drama the lucos, I did
When you close your eyes lip dream
Of a beautifully perfect get away
Now wake up and get it no
[Hook: Iffy The Badman]
I gotta get it before it's too late
Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
I keep a head since [?] I'm disgusting
Cause money feel the end that's all that I've been [?]
You are my properly that means nothing
I'm fresh off the block well I'm a guess so I'm rock skin
Money move everything
So money move everything instead of [?]
We can do anything I'm doing just [?]
Cause I'm Jesus with this rhyme so
Send a few more bottles yeah I send a [?]
This lady show em everything that mami designed it all
Makes sense
So I'm surrounded by damn and now I'm all loud
Response to [?] from being in the crowd to being int he crowd
I'm being and European that's beating a slow down
And [?] goes down and G's I can't believe she's the [?]
It feels beautiful I tell to feel easy
[Hook: Iffy The Badman]
I gotta get it before it's too late
Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all
[Bridge: Iffy The Badman]
I want it all, I ain't got time to waste
I ain't got time to waste no
Every minute, every hour I will pay the chase
So baby, on the road to riches
And diamond [?]
You can settle for less when you work for everything
[Hook: Iffy The Badman]
I gotta get it before it's too late
Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all
I Want It All (Remix) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Iffy The Bad Man & Jim Jones)
[Hook:]
I gotta get it before it's too late
Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away
I just want it all, (I want it all yeah)
I just want it all
I want it all
[Joell Ortiz:]
More money, more money, more money
I wanna feel like new money till I'm old money
We have no money, mami will old money
Now I guess show money mami can blow money
I ain't stuck now, this is celebration
Poverty strickin hood nigga elevation
Mean I'm just chillin with this adaptation
Tryin to get use for car acceleration
And join all the form penetration man
I can't believe I fuck with one of those
Those the one from slumdog and them [?] clothes
Bad body pretty eyes extra funny knows
Who knows, I did drama the lucos, I did
When you close your eyes lip dream
Of a beautifully perfect get away
Now wake up and get it no
[Hook:]
I gotta get it before it's too late
Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all
[Jim Jones]
[?]
[Hook:]
I gotta get it before it's too late
Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all
[Bridge:]
I want it all, I ain't got time to waste
I ain't got time to waste no
Every minute, every hour I will pay the chase
So baby, on the road to riches
And diamond [?]
You can settle for less when you work for everything
[Hook:]
I gotta get it before it's too late
Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away
I just want it all, I want it all yeah
I just want it all
I want it all
Letter To Obama lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Dante Hawkins)
[Joell Ortiz:]
Yaa Waa,
What's up future president my name is Joell Ortiz
And I'm the voice of the underdogs in the hood so
I wanted to write this letter to you, to see what u thought
[Joell Ortiz:]
Dear future president
I grew up with no brothers and sisters
And my moms was on public assistance
And her husband was missing
She developed this disguisting addiction that had her on Some of the ugliest missions
So she missed some appointments
She was supposed to keep my coverage consistant
I was a chronic asthmatic
Huffin, puffin and whistling
Can't get a breath, I wished for death
It hurt my chest when I coughed
Ooh yeah, I'm from the projects of New York
We love baketball
But last summer my boy got left on the court
Some kid reached next to his shorts and put some lead in his thoughts
And the murder's moms, she jetted from court
Her only son had 18 years in the street he livin the rest up north
My other homie sellin crack, he always tell me it's wack
Everyday he filling out apps but they don't call him back
Backround check spotted his felony, but that aighnt fair
You make a mistake, you can't fix it man this world don't care
That's how he feel and he got bills so he movin them krills
Livin life over his shoulder, boys in blue on his heels
His little sister, man she grown, she done threw on dem heels
Exotic dancing on a pole look what she do for a bill
Took one of them little boys backstage persuing a thrill
Caught that thing now everyday she wake up doing them pills
I get mad when I see what other artists do with a mil
With a couple g's I bought my p's a few computers for real
Ya'll done forgot where ya came from, have you no honor?
Only thing that change do is causing you more drama
Here's a couple wise words from the dude that go Yaa Waa
It's time for a change and that change is Obama
Dear future president
I hope you heard this letter and do some things to make sure the next one I'm writing is better
Peace!
[Dante Hawkins:]
It's been a story of survival
Poverty and sorrow
And the question is;
Can you hold on till tomorrow (can you hold on)
And when tomorrow comes won't it be much better?
So Mr. Future President please open up this letter
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