on their waist, yeah, waste rare niggas And I race scared niggas, them snake head niggas That take care of niggas who don't break bread with us Niggas
we didn't, w-w-w-word No nono nono nono, no we didn't, w-w-w-word No we didn't, (Well don't get us wrong) Excuse but um, excuse but umm, excuse Roots
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust (8X) Chorus: Black Thought (4X) It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop For you to trust y'all, with real hip-hop
bitches Nah, that ain't nothin', I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga, my brother Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik So don't
prayed Willin, master forgive us, our trust pastors had us real afraid I never listened yet I still obeyed I got to see how Philly played at such an early
song And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong My click of guerrilla's they got they G-Unit's on All of that mean muggin' really don't
soil, they're screamin no blood for oil Groups of recruits get fitted for troop boots While business suits shoot hoops eatin fruit loops Yo I don't understand
to dammit Hey, the world, don't you panic Let courage lead you right Darkness is temporary Even though the future's looking scary, yeah it is The most I don't
don't raise our kids, 'cause They so caught up in the cash and jewels How they gonna really see a hip-hop school? How they gonna really see a hip-hop
to stand on Head strong re-match, dollar for dollar, bullet for bullet Niggas don't want it, then don't pull it Don't shoot it, mind polluted, deeply rooted
up and play the Joker's Wild!" You like big money and prizes, don't ya You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya Ya little bitch, it's your turn
I should of seen it coming Ain't no way out I can't live it down I'm all caught up in this game called rap Let's see now I began back in eighty-eight
wouldn't believe We got some other sick tricks Hidden up our sleeves So just pass the liquor Pass the weed Pass us the PCP And you gon' see How
Born and bad seed outta the crowd Like David Guenna you don't wanna see me angry pal I'll raise up on ya ass like a root canal Get fucking up shit like
My niggas, y'all don't owe me shit, just show me love I'ma get us out these streets, help our family eat Move us out the hoods, put us in the woods Gimme
Pop it Can ma spit Locked it The roca clique Got us Like Jane's cartoon's Get props for props too Give you something you can feel Can't keep still Tryin' ta see
couldn't see with bionoculars Leave you in ashes or with the dirt on top of ya Crazy like a bag of angel dust suckas don't fuck with us I stomp you I
your move bitch nigga?) Suttin' ain't goin' down like that I ain't lettin' niggas know they ain't know (How you gonna get what you ain't got? You know