hand full of haters. – know when i stop ’em, survivor
of close calls though, i’m feelin like death’s knockin’
insides numb! – thank god for music, my heads rockin’
wasn’t for that, i’d be lost now. – racin’ against the clock an’
i can see it in your smile you don’t mean it. – livin’ foul is your secret!
want me down on the cement? – talent found, i’m a keep it!
my brother’s keeper? – keepin’ my head above the water,
life’s a b*tch beggin’, – but i got nothin’ for her!
slaughter, – b*tches outta order from my ora
i need my angel to come when i call her and save the baller.
rock sporter, give me floor sp*ce! – i’m a need a stupid flip,
there’s money cars b*tches an’ jewels to get. – let’s do this sh*t!
look how my music hits! – i got that loouud on,
sour diesel in a cloud gone, get ya style torn!
heart crosses for body losses,
stay in a better place, pro’ly bosses – with ferrari horses.
i’m just as nice as anyone that wore the crown;
livin’ my dream. – keep what you think, don’t spoil it now!
i can sense the hate before the frown, ya born a clown!
droppin’ all ’em bricks off toilet, bound an’ watered down!
i got the anger to set it off ya feather soft,
in and out the b-tracks, intercourse through metaphors!
the mack bridge, she get across, i met her jaws.
“5” star flaws “and better” tours an’ chedda toss.
my work bodies like a shotty let off in the party,
pardon my partner! he pumped and ready to hurt somebody.
you send ya b*tch to line me, you gon’ lose ya bonnie!
he no/know rude awakenin’, you find me with the ruger round me.
uh! – r.i.p my n*gg*! – i’m a see you, when i see ya, (uhh!)
i’m holdin’ it down here an’ n*gg*s still tryna be ya,
but, – but – there never’ll be another crew like us,
bottles in the air, gettin’ high all i do is crush!
and till the day i’m dust, (day i’m dust!) – there’ll be no love! (no love!)
no love! (no love!) – no love! (no love!) – huuh! they ain’t no more left… (they ain’t no more left…)
uh! – d*mn, pops, i miss you! – see you when i get there,
wish i can tell you you were right, cause you ain’t missin’ sh*t here!
fans turned on me! – never thought it’d be this weird,
guess they thought i wouldn’t keep up. – look how i switch gears!
swung the last ten, i’m a kill ’em the next 6 years!
tryna block the pain with the liquor, my n*gg* sick scared.
r.i.p to roster! – salute with the choppa.
remember us – young boys too loose of the vodka!
smokin’ like i smoke now. – now it’s part of my intro,
same sh*t that we used to brush offs, hard on my mental.
beast mode, they led me to snap target my pencil,
they been borrowin’ a while now. – countin’ the years i lent you!
i got the block poppin’. – and big *ss rock coppin’
g throwin’ and top droppin’, just know when the cops watchin’.
these n*gg*s will not stop him! – struggle to find a way,
from birds eye jockin’, i’m puffin’ a dime a day!
[chorus] [1: 12 minutes instrumental then beat stops]
[movie bites from spike lee’s “mo’ better blues (1990) “:]
[moe flatbush:] what does it look like?
[josh flatbush:] it looks good.
[moe flatbush:] what the numbers look?
[josh flatbush:] the numbers look good, hmm! numbers never lie.
[moe flatbush:] that, that’s what i like about numbers. people start lyin’ from the crib, but not numbers.
[josh flatbush:] moe, the numbers never lie!
[moe flatbush:] hahaahhh! but human beings?
[josh flatbush:] human beings is another story.
that’s right! give me some-some, some schmendrick on the street, right?
the guy says “yes”, “this is no”, “this is maybe”, right? but you never know, right?
[josh flatbush:] that’s right, you never know!
[moe flatbush:] right?
[josh flatbush:] never know.
[moe flatbush:] but, but-but not numbers! three and three?
[josh flatbush:] six.
[moe flatbush:] bang! youkno’msayin’?
[josh flatbush:] we know that, we know.
[moe flatbush:] but a guy, he can tells you it’s done… right? but you! number… 7 and 7?
[josh flatbush:] 14.
[moe flatbush:] 8 and 8?
[josh flatbush:] 16!
[moe flatbush:] 9 and 9?
[josh flatbush:] 18!
[moe flatbush:] bang!
[josh flatbush:] we know that.
[moe flatbush:] concrete is like…
[josh flatbush:] you can see it, right?
[moe flatbush:]… the sidewalk that you walk on, understand?
[josh flatbush:] that’s right!
[moe flatbush:] that’s what alota people in this world, they don’t understand.
[josh flatbush:] that’s right.
you know? the-the- they wanna give you, you know? but a number is right… there!
you never trust them.
[josh flatbush:] it’s on. you can see it, right?
yeah, these people, they think trust. trust? you can’t buy trust, right?
i trust my mother sometimes.