I'm Laced
(专辑: The Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 2 - 2012)
He really a
gangsta but they thought he was a
square as a
box of Apple Jacks He was getting his money from him but then he had a
couple of set backs When he a
soil celebrity with bounce back skills and ability Raise by OG's that been in the
correctional facility See the
problem with this new generation they hella quick to bust they guns Without thinking about the
repercussions they relatives and loved ones I
can looking forward to his people just to bout tell what he about By analyzing his hand gesture so what come out his mouth That come from being from it, experienced and seasoned From hustling Monday through Friday, clubbing and going to church on weekends That's why I
hand-pick my friends never know what they a
do Trust no few men, just G.O.D. and you I
stay looking in my rearview, I
stay looking over my shoulder Never know who want me out here; never know who want me or who I
can tell tall-temper from tiny brush Know the
difference between a
cabbage and a
lettuce BIATCH! [Hook Cousin Fik & E-40:] (I'm laced) Pull up a
chair and get'chu a
taste Of this sun cut game no chase (motherfucker I'm laced) Yeah, I
ain't never been fake Anything I
said about ya I
say it too your face (I'm laced) on 8's, looking like skates I
never been late learn the
game from the
greats (nigga I'm laced) Stay in ya place and don't hate Cause funking with me ain't safe Uh, if you can't cook stay out the
kitchen, if you can't swim get out the
ocean Don't hop in the
yola game if you soft as Jergens lotion We'll leave half of what you see, and none of what you hear Analyze the
food before you let em get in ya ear Sleep with one eye open and one eye closed So case the
thirsty and dusty try'na kick in ya dow Never tell a
homie how you make love to your woman Cause he might be the
same homie that wanna fuck yo woman Three sides to every story, there's mines yours and the
truth Niggas lose they lives everyday, over a
bootch You can fuck around and get stamped, fucking around with a
tramp Running around here loose without no structure in yo camp What niggas need to do is stay up off them phones (right) Bragging about the
nigga you popped and killed last time It was in the
dark on come the
light the
streets talk Next thing you know your body outlined in chalked, the
sidewalk [Hook] I
read the
D-Boy diary, the
Hustler's Encyclopedia The
Player's Pamphlet, the
Hood Wikipedia The
instructions and manual on how to handle certain situations When you dealing with fakes, smiley faces, naysayers, traitors and haters You can look out for the
homie come through in flying colors But if you don't do it that one time you a
bitch motherfucker Ain't that fucked up? What part of the
game is this? Brotha throw me a
ball and I'm a
appreciate it I
stick to the
script, I'm a
laced individual Keep a
clip on my hip, and none in my pillow Never leave yo drink in the
tenant when you rounding up with a
cutie Might be a
set-up brawl, might slip you a
goofy I
be damned if I
go out that way Feel me I
make her take a
sip if she don't drink it that mean she guilty Can't be square as a
pool table and twice as green Gotta stand for something or you goin fall for anything [Hook]