U Don't Cee
(专辑: Micclub Mixtape Master: Volume One - 2005)
[Canibus] It's the
capital C, little A-N-I, capital B, U-S, whattup G
Even from a
distance I
got a
front row seat And I'm watchin what y'all don't see Listen up kids Your favorite artists are mafia bosses From the
streets to the
corporate office of they lawyers Niggaz got money and then they got hungry Got friends in powerful places just like Bugsy, but more ugly It's gon' get bloody, niggaz don't know the
side of the
street shit the
TV don't show Tour buses full of weed and coke, gettin a
hundred G's a
show These niggaz got cheese to blow On the
phone, governor hits, gotta hide they mothers and kids Talkin in code, watchin out for the
feds Every day they address change Hoppin out of bombproof automobiles, from real jet planes The
mainstream think they just rappin They don't have the
eyes or ears to see or hear what's happenin I'm from an island where the
skinny niggaz ride It's an island where the
real skinny niggaz die Ask my nigga Spragga Benz, he'll tell you why We represent Jamaican pride It's a
war bein fought on all levels, let me paint the
picture It's the
straights against the
gays, but the
gays is richer There's a
lot of sexy beasts in the
system that like men more than women Cause they spent so much time in the
prison I
can tell you what it is and what it isn't, this shit is subliminal Can't see it without the
criminal vision Motherfuckers is livin a
life nobody ain't filmin Thug TV, and it ain't for children Guns, sex, money and drugs, fuck your feelings Feds puttin smoke detectors with bugs in ceilings Niggaz hirin they own law enforcement Goin to court bent, dollars be talkin, drop the
charges Don't forget, that nigga Shyne comin home soon And I
+KNOW+ he hungry, I
wonder what he gon' do If you can hear me cousin, I
got my money on you What niggaz sayin in the
streets is true, see you soon We can do somethin with Spragga B
or Elephant Man When you come home, you see my shit is militant man I
just came back from Belize, my uncle got married to this drug lord's niece, and bought a
36 karat marquis I'll holla at you, we'll discuss the
plan I'm a
soldier but I
squeeze with a
delicate hand The
50 cal cost fifteen thou' And I
ain't stupid enough to say I
got one, you figure it out It's a
lot of nosy niggaz around That's why I
moved the
fuck out of New York to a
less busier town With a 9
to 5, I
still experience life on the
finer side Hollerin ride or die Man of flesh with the
eyes of God A
concrete bunker protects my mind so I
cry inside While I
watch how the
media designed the
lies But real niggaz see eye to eye While fake niggaz run around lookin for another ride to buy With they lawyers co-signin the
crime, I
rhyme like there's a
hundred million dollars on the
line every time I'm ready to place a
bet any time Empty a
whole nine into any shield you hide behind to breach your contract with Father Time Just an old problem in the
modern world, you see how these niggaz is thorough from borough to borough, I'll give you referrals 7-1-8, 3-6-0, 2-5-1 Send the
last digit on a
bullet through a
barrel My hundred pound rucksack full of ammo and army apparel If a
nigga REALLY wanna battle