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NAPPY ROOTS lyrics : "Be On Yo Way"

(feat. Episode)
[Fish Scales] yeah
[R. Prophit] Awwwww

[Fish Scales] Wassup
[R. Prophit] yes'sa
[Fish Scales] You know dat

[R. Prophit] Nappy Roots and Game Point
[Fish Scales] Fish Scales and R. Prophit,
Game Point, Wassup?

[Chours - R. Prophit]
See I don't care what them people say

And I blow tress and just grind all day
See I truley know dat my hustles gone pay
So you best be on yo wayyyy

Most times I'm gettin serious, I don't play no games

You ^!$$%s dats curious, you gone feel da flame
Cause rhymes that I hit cha wit, It'll prolly crack ya frame
Wether you a city black male, it's all da same

[Fish Scales]
I just hit Fern Valley Rd., I got a bag full a cookies

A white girl drivin dat keeps da stash in her #[email protected]
Got my cousion back at home, still watchin fo da block
And dis white girl too, so she ain't stoppin fo da cops

[Chours 1x]

[Fish Scales]
But once again I gots to lay down da law
(Yo) Cause ^!$$%s lookin at me like my hustle gotta fall

(*##$ you ain't never seen a Sunbird on some 18's, lookin so clean
When I was young I swear to God that was my ultimate dream
But now I'm 25 and all I want is bubbled eyes

Come threw wit a big body wit double tires, it's gettin hard
I know y'all don't wanna hate me, but it's to hard, I'm good folks
it's simple, like all my ^!$$%s get drinks and get smokes and keep dope

Outside, ^!$$%s with techniques and young preists

shakin fakin something, life in da beach ain't nuttin sweet
Concerned with a navigator, illest ^!$$% on beats
Them scales to alagator, PHD in da street

G P, Nappy, indeed we in a faith for cash
We move make, bend rules and law break
Ain't no escape, impliment ya plan, make it work

Cause I'ma stack till my old $$# is in da dirt

[Chours 2x]

[R. Prophit]
I greet life, hold me tight, been lonley most my life

Walk past somethin dats dried, crumbled inside
Tried to be, find somebody believe in dis here
Most people they fear, black male rap fo real

I majored dis year, like Damon Waynes on top of his game
Never leavin da game, it's Prophit boy on top of ya brain
Fumblin blunts, sometimes stumblin drunk

Stumblin crunk, come threw rumblin trunks
Nappy hit pumps, and Game Point lights ya junts
No time fo stunts, my people been hungry fo months

You know me dawg, always gotta keep it raw
Speakin real life %#@! off dat alchol

[Chours 2X]


It's over now
Hey what up my ^!$$%?
They talkin bout us man?

man $#[email protected] these hoes
Burn it down, fo real
I ain't in dat %#@!

Man, $#[email protected] them ^!$$%s man
Underground fo life
underground forever
Lets get these ^!$$%s

Game Point

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