Ron O'Neal
(专辑: A Better Tomorrow - 2014)
[Method Man:] Coach, put me in the
game I'm for real, for them peoples tryna to put me in them chains Whatever the
topic, let's put it in the
frame We can even load it and cock it and put it in they brains I'm saying, some rappers do it for a
chain Kill yourself, I
know killers that'll do it for some change These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the
same I
don't slip, set a
pick and put a
shooter in your lane Precise, 'bout shoot them at the
range But I
ain't tryna shoot it with you rappers I'll just shoot it at your dame Y'all never should have threw me in the
game Found a
new word for weed, that was so mean I
threw it in my name [Inspectah Deck:] My song banging loud on the
block like arms spraying The
law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians God versus Satan, I'm laying in the
dark With the
Mossberg waiting, letting off first basing Slim from the
cotton club washing a
scrub Deuce high when he cruise by, spotting his love Hold the
mic like a
.38 muzzle to snub This flow, call it OJ blood on the
glove Above rap, capital Gs speak on the
facts Please believe that, meaning that I
keep it a
stack He's back, he a
beast on the
track The
only time that I
go soft is probably with your freak in the
sack Feel the
bass make sure he shake, murder verse, first forty-eight Manslaughter, nearly caught a
case I
crack heads more than base Stack bread when I
orchestrate, that said y'all the
bass [Nathaniel:] No matter what the
weather, we be getting our cheddar So we can have a
better tomorrow Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a
better tomorrow [Ghostface Killah:] I
seen niggas sniff coke through a
crazy straw Come out they shirts sweating bullets with the
Bobby Brown jaw Dry mouth, grinding back and forth plus he's steaming a
Newport We all holding the
torch Few staircase murders, some burners don't blam right Guns that kicked around the
wall you better stand tight Full of X, AKs, whiling in lobbys, bulletproof PJs Fuck around and get spunned like the
DJ CSI traumatized by viewing the
instant replay SpongeBob niggas get scars nigga I'm off style in any section of the
hood I'll pull your car nigga [Nathaniel:] No matter what the
weather, we be getting our cheddar So we can have a
better tomorrow Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a
better tomorrow [Masta Killa:] See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat [RZA:] I
used to be so narcissistic, park the
whip and spark the
biscuits Spit hollow tipped shells at the
Narcs with quickness Live to tell the
tale cause only God's my witness Been a
long time, change gonna come son, I'm optimistic I
hold the
steel like Ron O'Neal Super fly, do or die, Killah Hill, Brownsville Never ran, never will, yes I
can, yes I
will Put a
dot upon your knot then I
drill through your grill Like a
dentist, my apprentice speaks with a
vengeance Demented scientists count bodies inside the
trenches That's judges off the
benches, got inches for y'all wenches We plant those hot seeds that grow in cold winters [Nathaniel:] No matter what the
weather, we be getting our cheddar So we can have a
better tomorrow Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a
better tomorrow [Masta Killa:] See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat