MISTAH F.A.B. FT. COMPTON MENACE lyrics : "Cry"
What the $#&@ was you rap for 40000 fake ups
And I ain't even talk about the war
And all the storer hoods that I got love for
And I'm in and out of lanes tryina switch all 6
But I'm steady on the gas, cause some things I can't fix
But look, ^!$$% know the caper close
Stack paper so I turn the beamer to a ghost
I guess I'm still on that ^!$$% %#@!
Chains and whip gonn tain a ^!$$% (*##$
Have you all sick of a foolish %#@!
A lot of ^!$$%s talk it, but few really do that %#@!
Hah, fab know I'm really on it
My style gangster and %#@!, cause I really done it
You got a problem with menace
Well you can tell him?stacking up,
Just minding my bizness, I'm 8 ballin, wassup
Long nights in the lab, writing bout my past
Body full of tats, ^!$$%s that past
Nike box full of letter from my comrades
My cousin getting killed, turnt his son into a sav
Guess you are who you are player
Bad grades, strippers from beein ball players
Still made dough like the ball players
Lawyers paid off, anticipated the fall later
I speak the truth, when y'all lying
The death of america ?
Can't hit the hood man, without the lost pioneer
Time I hit the hood, I hear about my dogs dying
Don't know where to stop, don't know where to go
Got shot, no hospital, he on parole
And that would be a violation for sure
And back to saint quinton, he don't wanna go.