Crack Sandwich

歌詞

Gotta bring it to you cowards, y'all wanted it Cowards, and it's gonna be sicker than all the niggas- Yeah, uh, look You can tell a nigga like me ain't never had shit R.I.P., I miss my dogs like Mike Vic Zombies in that midnight fog, them boys sic 'em Fall victim to a gun brawl started over some bitches Niggas trippin', they taking whatever's given The irony when a nigga starving gotta grip the biscuit Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out your kitchen If you witnessing the click-click-clickin' they steal the grits Feel the kick, fuck a fair catch, kill em, who tryna take the hit? First take, go to first base Stephen A. Smith Wess on the hip Talkin' shit like Skip Or Shannon Sharpe shootin', off the top of the cliff And if I got to bring it to you then it's gonna be sick Put in my 10,000 hours while the clock still tic, Zone 6 5 fingers with the suck my dick Me and Izzy was slap boxin', nigga bust my lip Start fighting, lil' brother on some tough guy shit But if you ever did me wrong he on some what's right shit Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bust pipe drip Blood red, rum sippin', they ain't cut like this Mama said, "When you fall down stand up get a bandage" "I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich" "Why you being bad? Send your Dad, get ya ass whipped" Seven crackhead bad kids in a Caravan Somebody involved in stealin', it's on, it wasn't It's gon' be so bad, yeah When the girl went off on Precious The girl went off on Precious The girl went off on Precious and Rosen went in No, Rosen said, "Oh, for real, I'll see you when you get outside Exactly, exactly That's okay, my fault, my fault, my fault For real? No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hold on, hol- Look, check, look You can tell a nigga like me ain't met a nigga like me Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe? You bleed, I bleed, and draw blood I'm a fucking artiste, Artest, with the gun I can give my World Peace Give your world ether Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either She can be the-can be the collapse of a kingdom But Kings gotta peep the "C" word, the Caesar Remind me to keep receipts, y'all shit weak I ain't worried that that bullshit leaked See the volumes it speaks to your broke speakers Niggas breakin' they back tryna promote some shit that ain't even dope They ask for my coat when I walk through the door God flow, I don't walk on the floor God knows y'all hoes, y'all shows ain't packin' the door Crack in the floor, I'on even know niggas rappin' nomo Okay, runnin' my city, I am my shooter Minding my business, I am not you Runnin' my city, I am my shooter Minding my business, I am not you Runnin' my city, I am my shooter Minding my business, I am not you Runnin' my city, I am my shooter Minding my business, how about you? Look, uh, I do it for Royal and Rosalyn Rachel and Carl, Izzy, Precious, Destin Strong, seven kids, different blessings Izzy athletic as fuck, All American star Hard head, scholarship to this school in New Orleans On the Football shit, but in class he on the smart shit Black man using his mind, it's a target on your forehead Gotta stay on point like a marksman Make a mark, leave a footprint before marching Bro graduating so we heading to the blue state Fam celebratin' granny cookin' up a few cakes Yeah, gown on with the cap like a toupee Handed a diploma, all the room say, "Hooray" Hooray, today, catch a bouquet Tonight'll prolly be a movie, what's a blu-ray? I got some new Jays, and a fade We hit the section with the football team And a couple other professionals It sound cool, but really this a confessional 20 minutes in and Precious done went to the restroom Said they got to hittin' with some women and they 'bout to get kicked out They ain't even tell us what that shit was about All I really seen from the big VIP couch Was a nigga swing and hit my sister right in the mouth The bouncer tried to block the door, that way we couldn't get out But fuck that, the whole team bust that mo'fucka down Now we fighting in the street, it's like 10 against 23 I was 17 swinging on any and everything Bing bing, seen my brother doin' buddy like a boxin' ring Ros got a bitch doing the hair weave sling So beautiful, beatin' ass was like a family thing Fightin' together made us tighter in spite of how we would argue and scream And now we brawling right outside of a party in New Orleans And all the people start police calling Pack us inside of a patty wagon, we sardines To saltine crackers that wanna shackle us in chains Low and behold they held us in the holding cell for 6 or maybe 7 hours Just to let us go without a stain But who's to blame when all of us got the same mind frame? We like a gang, mom and pop would probably be proud and ashamed Pound for pound my sister Precious never lost a fade Got up of the ground and she said she could hear my father saying "When you fall down stand up get a bandage" "I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich" "Why you being bad? Send your Dad, get ya ass whipped" Seven crackhead bad kids in a Caravan Hold on, hold on, hold on What happened? What happened? What happened? We came in the club We're talking, we go in the restroom I go in the bathroom, open the door "Dang B, you could've said sorry" Ros' said, "B, you ain't gotta say all that, it ain't that serious" And she was all, "Oh, it's that serious because you were in the bathroom" Ros' said, "Okay B, I got you B, come outside" Taj, she opened the door, Rosalyn said "Roof" I said, "Okay, we fighting" Damn, she was in the stall Oh the stall door Yeah, she was peeing, girl, she pulled her pants up She opened the door and received it (Rosalyn met her) Ayy, you know what?