What's Really Good
(专辑: Visions Of Gandhi - 2003)
"Can you play the
beat a
little higher?" Yea, ok, yo, listen, check it, yo Heyo these streets hate me, but they made me a
animal We little ghetto boys that was raised on the
avenue We drug dealers, stick-up kids, and what have you In rap battles where the
audience will clap at you My block crazy, I
never seen a
cab pass through On bright sunny days, you can see my black shadow Gats with barrels tucked under the
apparel And that's natural in a
city with crack statues Please believe it, gun shots, some keep secrets You keep sleeping, get caught in ya Jeep reaching Always listen to an old man when he speaking To learn how to keep at least a
grand on the
weekend Learn how to analyze a
man when he creeping Learn not to never burn a
bridge when you leaking That's street knowledge, write it down and speak about it Drug dealers use this rap the
street outlet I
leave doubters in the
back and move outwards Watch for them niggas with Timbs and loose outfits Guns don't kill people, the
bullets'll kill people And bullets leave holes in people can just see through It's all mathematics it's what the
streets equal These streets evil, city niggas with Desert Eagles They won't hesitate to drive-by in tinted Regals And that's how it is in my life, that's how it is (Yea, it's Rocky Raez y'all, the
Ghostwriters) Heyo, what's really good? (We over) 'Cuz I
got it on lock (In my hood) We hustle what we could (In yo' block) You niggas ain't stop (In my block) Heyo, what's really good? (We over) 'Cuz I
got it on lock (In my hood) We hustle what we could (In yo' block) You niggas ain't stop (In my block) I
got the
sound right reasoning of Malachi York Only speak to me if I
allow you to talk Cuz y'all ain't never learn that you crawl before walk My four-pound laying you down like Black Hawk The
gat's smart, intelligent born vicious Military thug who follow Allah wishes That's why I
don't eat pork, it cause sickness And that's why literal cats is like bitches And y'all be more hard pressed to stop me And fiends dumming out on the
block, it's rock free So fuck peace, cousin bring me to war So I
can have blood on my hands with C-4 I
need more, need weed and need cash Or I'mma shoot three at ya team like Steve Nash You bleed fast, 'cuz that's jus how it go down That's how Vinnie Pazienza always holdin the
crown I'm holding it down, with five nickel nine biscuits I
live my life for Allah, defy Christmas But y'all always in Jedi Mind business Now your body parts are buried in five ditches (It's fucking Vinnie Paz baby) Heyo, what's really good? (We over) 'Cuz I
got it on lock (In my hood) We hustle what we could (In yo' block) You niggas ain't stop (In my block) Heyo, what's really good? (We over) 'Cuz I
got it on lock (In my hood) We hustle what we could (In yo' block) You niggas ain't stop (In my block)