Slums

(album: Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz - 2002)

[sample is cut up]
"Please baby, please don't leave"

[R. Prophit]
We represent the slums.. alright..
Let's get this motherfucker cranking from Kentucky to Baghdad
Ya pops was always gone but that didn't make him a bad dad
We still managed to eat, and come to think whatnot half bad
But Doug was always humorous bout the things they would never have
Now I was born in Oakland better known as the Cold Town
Done seen too many folk down, some put the soul down
Done heard my momma crying if I knew what I know now
I'd probably have to greet the party room with the for' pound
I'm tryna keep my head on straight to keep me from catchin
in case I feel my insides burning, must've swallowed all twenty-eight
I'm drinking milk with magnesium, but still I ain't feeling straight
Some mo' had murdered my granddad over real-estate

[Hook: R. Prophit w/ sample playing in background]
We represent the slums... We represent the slums...
We represent the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww...
We represent the slums... We represent the slums...
We represent the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww...

[Big V]
Puffy, if I put it out sucky, if I pull it out
Oh me, ya better kick it out, or ya living in a haunted house
Ran how you tried to run, came how you tried to come
Did what you couldn't do, difference between me and you
Slum for a while now, country for a lifetime
Cool is what I choose to be, but that ain't what I used to be
Muddy waters couldn't drown a nigga, bloodhounds on the trail for real
Shaking up this rap shit, giving niggas hell for real
Turn a hold the dog deal, mucus and you hearing right
National Geographic ain't, fucking with this wildlife
Hissin; I'm finna strike, rattling; I'm finna bite
Hell with a blue light, fucking with no rooms tonight!

[Hook 2X]

[Scales]
Now once again, you see me laying down the law
These cowards tryna catch me like my hustle gotta fall
Bitch I'm Southern bred
That's where you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest
I said you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest
And I ain't playing witcha'll haters since y'all fucked up my order
Got me playing with a gram, could've been up to a quarter
Now my cousin, called me up and said he finally did it
Graduated from a handheld, to primary digits
Cause in the slums we don't work we just grind and gamble
Guaranteed I got that shit, niggas dying to sample
Now what you know about that work from the sticks of Georgia
Cook so thick, collard, grits and water (we in the slums!)

[Hook]