Rhyme Pays

6'n the morning' police at my door
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor
Out the back window i make a escape
Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape

Mad with no music but happy 'cause i'm free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand
Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand

I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats
But just livin' in the city is a serious task
Didn't know what the cops wanted
Didn't have the time to ask

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Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin'
Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night before
Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill

Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill
She started actin' stupid simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit
As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak

So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street
But just livin' in the city a serious task
Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask

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Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior
Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior
Solid gold the ride was raw
Bust allmenn left turn was on crenshaw

Sean-e-sean was the driver known to give freaks hell
Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell

Looked in the mirror what did we see ?
Fuckin' blue lights l.a. p.d.
Pigs searched our car, their day was made
Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade

Threw us in the county high power block
No freaks to see no beats to rock
Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly
Squabbled this sucker shanked' em in the eye

But livin' in the county is a serious task
Niga didn't know what happend
Didn't have time to ask

Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years later but still had the juice
My homeboy ken gee put me up the track
Told me e's rollin' villain - bj's got the sack

Bruce is a giant - nat c's clockin' dough
Be bop's a pimp. my old freaks a hoe
The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing
Life has no meaning and money is king

Then he looked at me slowely and hen had to grin
He said man you out early we thought you got ten
Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash
Knew i would get busy- he didn't waste time to ask

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I bought a benz with the money the rest went to clothes
Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes
My hair had grew long on my seven year stay
And when i got it done on my shoulders it lay

Hard from the joint but fly to my heart
I didn't want no trouble but the shit had to start
Out with my crew some ounks got loud
Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd

Six punks hit two punks died
All casualities appiled to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We didn't know who they were - no one had the time to ask

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Part two

Swat team leader yelled hit the floor
Reached in my pocket pulled my 44
Dove across the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a pinto
Out the back door like some damn track stars
Broke down an alley jumped into a car

Suckers didn't even see us they musta been blind
Black wire touched red the car was mine
We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot
Hit the first turn god damn road block

Broke through the block and we did it fast
Cops wouldn't shot us on sight
They wouldn't took time to ask

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The rollers gave chase at a serious speed
One more conviction was all i need
This shit was for real

This was no la-di-da-di
Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody
And me and my crew we were known to get ill
We carried heat for protection but not to kill

We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun
And all i was thinkin was murder one
Bust a move into an alley and did it right
And me and my vrew we're gone into the night

Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath
She didn't even know what happend
Didn't care didn't ask

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Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets
This girlie was my worlie a natural freak
She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me
Then she rocked my amadeus as i watched tv

A technican with a mission that's what she was
If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause
This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done
The she backed off and teased me so i couldn't come

Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor
Had me beggin' to stop as i was acreamin' for more
After she waxed by body she let me crash
She knew her lovin' was def
She didn't waste time to ask

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Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell
Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell
Hit the boulevard in my a.m.g.
Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the t

Ring on my mobile yes celluar
Got to have a phone when i'm in my car
Was my homeboy red some say he's insane
Broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came

Told me to meet him at the airporrt
Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court
Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash
Didn't know where we were going.
Didn't care didn't ask

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Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he
Woke up chillin' in n.y.c.
Called up my posse when i got there
Hit the latin qarter union square

Rooftop devil's nest the rest we passed
Back doored the palladium just for class
About 4 am we crashed the deuce
We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice

Deuced it to the bronx to rest our heads
Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead
It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast
But it was 6'in the mornin'
We didn't wake up to ask.....

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My lifestyles crazy,i'm luxury lazy
So much gold that jewelry don't phase me
Coroless phone,eight or nine homes
Girlies on my jammie with ice-t jones
Bank account boomin',fast lane zoomin'
Known around the world for my high post groomin'
Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher
Got a girl who lives in paris
When i want her i beep her
Too many clothes,gotta rag top rolls
1.000 watt system and my speakers are bose
I kick it like a champ,i throught you knew it
But pimpin' ain't easy

But somebody gotta do it

My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash
No more room in my diamond stash
Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task
Gold knobs on my benzo dash
Five freaks just to comb my hair
Monograms on my underwear
Bodyguards around so please don't dare
You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare
Livin' my life is just so hard to do
Makin' deals a million one or two
Buyin' new cars for my entire crew
Matching ferraris,e's black,mine's blue
Can't swin a lap in my pool because it's just too long
Could never go broke because my banks too strong
No matter what i do i simply can't go wrong
And i'll make money,i don't need this damn song

But somebody's gotta do it

When i walk in a joint,punks always look at me hard
Because i wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly
Got a butler named humphry and a maid named milly
Mink sheets on my bed,that's what i said
Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that i can get fed
So tired of sailin' on my boat i might just helicopter
To my jet and catch a midnight flight
So many girls in my book,it weighs a tom
Gotta leave the damn country just to have some fun
Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
And there ain't nothin' in the word
That me an "e" ain't done

But somedody gotta do it

Squeeze the trigger

Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
Searched my posse,found the uzi but missed the 12 gauge
Maniac,i'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor
Remember that
Cold rollin' thick as a shake,i'm rockin' hard as a quake
I can't live on bread and water or lobster and steak
My mino's a riot gun,there ain't none bigger
About to unload the ammo,"e" squeeze the trigger

They say i'm violent,they should watch their t.v.
They say i'm brutal,they should check their p.d.
You made me,now your kids rave me
I rap about the life that the city streets gave me
Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed
Miami vice is small time,l.a's the big league
From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "g"
Pueblos,grape street,this is what i see
The jungle,the 30's,the v.n.g.
Life in l.a. ain't no cup of ter

Squeeze the trigger

I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard knocks
Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs
Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs
Like a panther i prowl ,like a lion i growl
Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl
I'm the voice of the youth,the prophet of truth
What i speak is really though some
May say ruthless tactics are takin' by me to awaken
People to life but i feel no fakin'
No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin'
Say exactly whats up,understand what i'm sayin'
Ban me,try it,you might cause a riot
What the radio won't play,the underground will supply it
I'm a mc pirate that's loud not quiet
Radical as they make'em,make a rule i'll defy it
Critics may say i'm wise,some may call my words lies
I've lived more in one day than they will in their lives
But most do respect the words i inject
Kick credit for realism and the truth i project
Because i could bust rhymes for fun,or cut mc's like a knife
But the topic i love is the drama of life
So don't diss me don't dare,i feel you should care
You may think i'm soft but you're just unaware
Of the wrath of the ice enraged prepare
For a true nighmare

Squeeze the trigger

Cops hate kids,kids hate cops,cops kill kid's with warnin' shouts
What is crime and what in not?what is justice?i think i forgot
We buy weapons to keep us strong
Reagan sends guns where they don't belong
The controversy is thick and the drag is strong
But no matter the lies we all know who's wrong
Homeless sleep on the city streets
Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat
While rich politicians soak their feet
In the pools at their ten million buck retreats
People hate people for color of face
No one had a choice in the race we were placed
A brother in queens was beaten and chased
Murdered cold in the streets, a goodamn disgrace
Just because of his race,his life went to waste
And no one went to jail when the court heard the case
Justice or corruption?it's all interlaced
How can you swallow this?i can't stand the taste

Squeeze the trigger

I get paid for illin',cold makin' a killin'
My pockets keep fillin',i got dollars to the ceilin'
Got a safe in my floor,car got bullet proof doors
Every time i rock the mic i leave you wishin' for more
Because my raps ain't bull,got cold stupid pull
You wanna eat my rhymes like candy,till your mind's over full
But most mc's today ain't got nothin' to say
"a" to the mother fuckin' "k"

Squeeze the trigger