I swear i'll bring ya terror like ya neva seen before,
ya think ya safe but wait you forgot ta lock tha door!
No more mista nice guy i've had it wit that shit,
now my 45's tha only guide to survivin in this bitch.
Click click,wut do you do when that sound is summoned upon,
do you return tha signal back or duck haul ass and run?
Don't be dumb number 1 is the only scene to perform,
you can only face your fears by battlin beast inside tha storm!
It's gettin warm of course i know this, tha room begins ta steam,
my mind rymes become nicotine as your mind slowly starts ta fiend.
It seems my dreams bring me occasional stress,
but I refuse ta stay depress i'll take it out on your chess.
Lets guess tha best way for us ta go about thangs,
other wise i'll improvise and you can pay me in pain.
I fe fi my foes fum, blow'um ta kingdom com,
strike they ass so hard i leave their obituaries numb.
I step in paths quick ta blast from premeditated tendacies,
friend is just a word we use for questionable enemies.
Hennesy mixed wit coke i choke as bud smoke surrounds me,
all discretion is advised,"hostility has found me".
Around me,my pistols bound ta be so don't be shocked,
when it's cocked and put ta ya dome it's on ready bitch or not!
Hot tater tots watch out i'll fill yo mouth up wit death,
fa fuckin wit a felon yellin piss on yaself!!!!!
Why you wanna be mad doggin me?
I don't fuck with nobody, unless they fuckin' with me.
I can be the rough type if you wanted it,
but most quit when they find out who they dealin' wit.
I hate the type of niggaz that come to dabble
up and down shit, down to face shit.
Heinsight tryin' to prove that they got us to pick
the wrong time, wrong place, now it's time to get it started.
Bump that talk, if you can walk that walk
with a mouthful of salt given facial assaults.
Gary, Tom, Dick, and Mary,
nigga, you don't scare me.
I got a homie by my side,
his name is Dirty Harry.
I don't really wanna have to blast nobody
so don't be starin' at me like you plannin' on robbin.
Now you ain't no tough guy, no rough lie, nigga,
keep starin' at me you be a busted eye nigga.
Now the 40 Thevz don't be slippin' or trippin'
or startin' no shit when it's time to handle business.
What happened to the love?
I think it faded out late back in the sixties.
Now, I got every single nigga out to get me,
lookin' at me crooked eye, when the dealer could be starin' at suicide.
I really can't call it,
but niggaz get this when you ballin',
and ain't involved in it.
So, now you wanna give me evil stares,
not that I really care,
but why you wanna be mad doggin me?
(A FLOW DONE BY ME THE MASTER MIND E-REC)
in split seconds mass freestyles come to mind which i cooridinate
upon microphonal stances i vision emcee's brains desinigrate
it remains on this universe no other will ever relate
intellectual freestyles come to the dome as i create
flows which violate you're mind state as i continue with this freestyle trait
my lyrics travel throughout you're dome
as i mold my inner thoughts upon the microphone
emcees enter my lyrical zone yet the the mentally deprived it is unknown
that my reighn of power will never cease to roam
for eternally i am placed on this lyrical throne
as i come with organized evilness like Al Capone
i effect every emcees dome like a cellular phone
causing brain tumors as you realize you are all alone
for emcees enter my rhythmical chambers realizing they are nothing but a lyrical clone
as i release complex rhymes which leave you prone
in a flash of light Catastrophe is gone
and all that is left is a broken microphon
(ANOTHER FLOW DONE BY ME THE E-REC!!!)
Ive come thru to break yo neck like u givin yoself a blow/
Like Joe Piscapo/yo shit iz played out/u gettin laid out/
Im at da top while niggaz fade out/like fade to black
Sorry CHAVALAS made 2 be whack,those da ones Im fuckin hatin/
Im from da West but aint rollin on datons/I gotcha waitin/
4 da Armaggedon/beheadin mcs up on my guillotine
All up in yo chest like niccotine/I make u scream/
Like janet Jackson in a closed casket/Ill whip yo ass quick/
Im bouts 2 fuck yo bitch but firt I gots 2 get some plastics!!
MY LAST FLOW BY ME DA NOCTURNAL THUG E-REC AKA EXPLICIT-G AKA VICENTE
JESUS SOTO!
ESE, give me some brew an I might just chill,
but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I'm steal doobies
spit loogies when I puff on it,
I got some bucks on it,
but it ain't enuff on it
go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
never the less,
I'm hella Fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it cross the table like Ping Pong,
I'm gone,
beatin my chest like King Kong,
it's on,
wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
no, me ain't my homie to begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin at my friend hit it
unless you pull out the phat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
cos fools be havin the vaccum lungs,
an if you let em hit it for free,
you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
I be blowin up the land like where tha bomb at?
give me two bucks,
you take a puff,
and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious bomb
will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin pains than Maggie
cos homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie
(ANOTHER FOW BY E-REC)
It was this bitch that I knew back from '96
Graduated and made it from the college of dicks
Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me
Tryin to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key
Nah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckas go
I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well
How the hell you been since I had no job
Hum, why don't you give me some
Cause you know I flow and run for Suave
Nah, all of that was on the couch
No doubt, yall records been yall records big,
yall shipping in gold
It's cold on the outside lookin' in (Brrrr!)
You'd besta make yourself worthy
Cause I got a click of niggaz ready to get their johnson very dirty
You heard me pushin thirty
Picks up side your pearlie
Ain't this a bitch
I remember when you would not give me shit
Now you down for them habbits
Put your numbers on the napkins
Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom.........
(ANOTHA FLOW BY E-REC THE RYME TERRORRIST)
When I first met you, wasn't lookin' for a wife
just somebody, to keep a ese warm in the night.
Since you was down, freakin', we can do some meetin',
parlayin', I got half on the boom in the trunk.
But you gotta understand girl, I'm a man girl,
don't go gettin' yourself mixed up in somethin' you can't handle.
So, if it's good to you, like it's good to me
then we can kick it, but I ain't tryin' to be in no commitment.
I got too much stress dealin' with the system
and tryin' to provide a house and home for my children.
Cause women be trippin', when they don't get no attention,
and I ain't in the position,
so you can't take care the loot, it's yo decision.
Talk for a minute, but don't wear my ears out,
I want some time, you wanna grind, we gon have to work this out.
I never said I love you, I'm just not your hoe,
and you gon have to show, you got some somethin' for a sister grow.
I wanna post up twenty foreplay, Bombay,
bump the O.J. sixty-nine ways.
Gotta keep it real cause there ain't no future in this.
I wanna talk, you wanna stick,
kiss the lips, hit it quick.
I got news for you, we bout to compromise,
boo, you even see the thighs, you gon have to spend
a lotta time tryin' to paperchase.
But you gon have to break me off
for that tryin' to play me off,
don't mistake me to be soft.
All I wanna do is spend some time with you.
And all I wanna do is bump 'n grind with you.
Can we get together when the time is cool?
It's alright with me, if it's alright with you.
All you wanna do is bump 'n grind with me.
And all you wanna do is spend some time with me.
We can bump 'n grind but not for free.
Well, you better get a hustle or a j-o-b.
All of a sudden wanna play me like Willie Lumplover.
Ain't nothin' like a thief, I saw the game comin'.
Say you got one,
three months in the oven,
and you need a nigga to break you off somethin'.
But Mrs. Butterworth, tell me what it's worth,
want me to play like I played in a church,
but I ain't even got it, if I did I wouldn't do it.
It was cool, but let's call it a truce, and come anew.
Cause I know you ain't pregnant, that's just a weapon women sometimes
use to keep their nigga from steppin'.
Take the good with the bad and the bad with the good,
I thought you understood you was fuckin' wit a nigga from the hood.
I'm a type of man that understand your needs,
but I can't pay you cause I got too many mouths to feed.
So what you wanna do, you gotta let me know,
cause females come quicker than the metro.
(A FLOW BY MY HOMIEZ 40 THEVZ & MALIKA!)
I see niggaz lookin' at me like I done beat up there momma,
but we ain't got no beef it's just a struggle for powa'.
See, when niggaz get together they be trippin'
eyeballin' me just to catch my attention.
Shit is gettin' serious, if you didn't notice,
niggaz is bustin' instead of comin' from the shoulders.
I can speak for Cali, but I can't speak for you.
You either step with your weapon or you step with your crew.
M-Mad Doggin, red eyein, it's all the same
chumps might as well ask what set I claim. (Where you from?)
Lookin' at me as If I was a enemy, but if I'm the enemy,
you better take a look in the mirror, G.
Could it be I look like someone you know,
someone you knew,
or someone you done somethin' too?
You better tuck in your leather for your trip
cause you never know when the night is who you might be fuckin wit'.
(ANOTHA FLOW BY MY HOMIEZ THE 40 THEVZ)
A bitch nigga wit an attitude named Cube
Step to Com wit a feud
Now what the fuck I look like dissing a whole coast
You ain't made shit dope since AmeriKKKa's Most
Wanted to cease from the Midwest to the East
On the dick of the East for your 1st release
Your lease is up at the crib, house niggaz get evicted
And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked
Natural Born Killa, nigga you natural born God
Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob
Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate
Slanging bean pies and St Ide's in the same sentence
Shoulda repented, on the 16th of October
Get some beats besides George Clinton to rock over
Rap career is over, better off acting
What trouble I see, you're managing WC and Wack 10
You backed in to a four corner hustla
Lying on your dick, said you was fuckin her
Use Higher Learning, don't take my words out of text
Went from gangsta to Islam to the dick of Das EFX
It'll take the Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back
From giving you mouth shots or hit wit the pipe Ralph got
When sucker ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good
I wasn't salty, she was wit the Boyz N the Hood
I see the bitch in you when you don't speak your mind
The bitch in you, looking me in my eyes lyin
I see the bitch in you, simply hard, you find
The bitch in you but yo it's coming out
Up on this rap shit, Cube, I'm calling out
I break in and smack niggaz that's in the Slaughterhouse
This ain't no East coast, West coast, none of the above
I'm from Chi, I went to Cali, niggaz gave me love
There's a thin line between the fake and the real
Grafted ass nigga, I see through your Glass Shield
Had skills once upon a time on this project, yo
I'm a have ta wreck a Ho'shea
I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper
(So what) so I had to slap her, ugn
And violate you, a Muslim drinking brew
Your nigga ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22
I seen you, you ain't say shit to ATL
Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff it, then sell
It out, like you sold Kam and Threat
A year ago, you wasn't talking shit about the West
Guess you knew you're shit was done plus the one got you cable
Hoo Bangin, you ain't banging shit but the table
And the Circle Madd, ain't got no choice but to fight
Ain't none of y'all muthafukas got a chance on the mic
Anytime you come out, yo, I'm a talk about you
Until you let that bitch in you, walk up out you
Any last words before I hit the switch
From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch
(A FLOW BY MY HOMIE COMMON HE BE ON MY NEW ALBUM LIFE OF A CHICANO)
YouknowhatI'msayin', word up! La the Dark...
yo, this brilliant companion peace to the original
approach my slang and end up in critical condition
when I let my shell I ain't missin'
technician, you get stabbed back in position
I know that money bring bitches and bitches on to be trusted
some rappers sniff coke and others be gettin' dusted
city lights, a minute with new books to read
I feed my man lock down, my physicals and my seeds
I ain't got shit, while you rap niggas be playin' wigs
and you the Vegas in the ditch, makin' life cold switch
I'm invincible, you get dead before you start
my night for sharp, push raps spikes to your art
La fight dirty, I strike first I snatch it a purse
inside my verse, takin' to the edge of the earth
and throw you over, son you drunk I smack you sober
assassin, blastin' enough your range rover
Chorus
Verse Two:
triple darkness, yo, expedition
yo, i'm from a long weeded stick up
kids, coke and hustlers
gars for cars, strong arms, Tech dusters
the streets got me in a ocean deep
Khuan i'm leap, a bum told me life is cheap
my lyric's dancin', lamp and eatin' fish in a Wu mansion
apart place i'ma dance and only my wiz i'm romancin'
hostted all you chicken niggas get rosted
I read manuscrip in 97 whips hells is tosted
I say some my minute your Benz and get benit
my guns get more open than a enveloppe with money in it
where I live it's only crack, fiends and dirty jeans
shorties on the block with the platinum drug dream
everything in our seems I got bagged at 14
on a highway runin' guns outta New Orleans
it's La, what you think them niggas trimbellin' pink
stumblelin' you a cat to turn tough on a drink
keepin' you lifted remenisce on what Chris did
pull out the mac and shop for a cat in a scebelian
right in front of the buildin' with kids playin', Shelly's playin'
on the second floor Shelly mom's prayin'
got cough by a stray in a window in broad day
and she die, fucked up and had to be that way
it was a drunk nigga who done it
word up! youknowhatI'msayin', yo
(A FLOW BY MY HOMIE La the Darkman)
Now lets take a trip down memory lane
when things first started but its not the same
when life with the Dubb in a way was kinda hopeless
sipped out with the crew now its all in focus
layin back kickin dope rhymes with my kin
Glaze, M&M, Dubb, and Twin
growin up from neighborhood kids on the block
damn, who'd a eva thought
(A FLOW BY MY HOMIE T-DUBB)
Mmm, mmm-mmm
Check it out, the Queen Bee
That's me
My man E-rec, he's up next
Yeah, check it out
Hey, yo E-rec
There's a lot of mufuckers out here that wanna be like us... real bad
But we got to show them who's on top
Nuhmean?
Uh, check it out, uh
Fellow bitches, adapt to any rebel wishes
Check it out, the Queen Bee
Lil' Kim, Yeah
That's right
Lil' Kim in the house
Check it out
Wit my man, E-rec
Uh
Sometime a gal can get couth, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
Ain't that the truth?
Frontin like they bulletproof
And those with no couth
Get thrown off the roof, like Bishop with the Juice
part-nah, let your noose loose
Bitches got the audac-ity
tryin to say they gettin cash like me, get ass like me
You couldn't be as classy as me
Even if you roll a Eva curtain
and diamonds on the surface it just defeats the purpose
Hoe, I'ma double bitch
I lick dicks sometimes for the hell of it
Who stack chips like computers never celibate
Stash weed in Bermuda
Look around, look around, the room's empty
So, I guess that be me
The Queen B, Double E
I keep my foes close
like I used to chop my hoes close
But this cat named Gicanno's
Who used to call me bag lady
Cause if you lick me from my
index finger to the thumb, it shouldn't stay numb
See, I live this life, you wish this life
Dream this life, of royals
Motherfuckers got you gas motor spoiled
So what you gonna do when you run out of oil?
Crumble like the foil
This goes out to you
Sealed with a kiss, the Queenuesche
Uh, yeah, check it out
Me and my man E-rec; we just doin this shit
That's why I'm up next, you know what I'm sayin?
We been there
(A FLOW BY MY GIRL LIL' KIM THANX BABY 4 HELP OUT MY PAGE)
Behind the wheel, other foot's on the pedal
Bang, bang, earned another neighborhood medal
Hit the pedal, it sounded like this
Another one down on his death list
Stayed pissed tight fist, when one even glanced
Tech-9 slid in front of his pants
At a dance one disses his partner Bo
Kid ain't know Bo was with Lil Trig and Joe
Joe asked Bo: 'Yo, you know that kid?'
'Step to that kid for what he done did!'
So Bo stepped, talked to me son?
Bang, bang, bang, got done, not one
Bodies dropped, yes, yes, he did
Sprayed the whole spot, guess who? IT'S ESE DANGER
Was on a mission going bazerk
Sucked his teeth when moms mentioned work
'Jerk, jerk, good for nothing bum!'
Pops said to Lil Trig, his son, while sipping rum
Was numb, no sorrow when playing crap
Stayed strapped when he'd loose, pulled out and attacked
Took the bank, that's how he live, he didn't give a
Shot any and plenty, yes, Lil Trigger...
Lil Trig, many feared and disliked
So cold he robbed a lady who had no sight
Blind, didn't matter, he'd shoot a cop
Wouldn't stop till he seen the cop drop
He shot a kid dead in the dome
Took his ride, Rolex and cellular phone
Guess what he done next?
Crashed his girl cause she had sex...
With this kid on the other side of the town
Trig was steaming hot, said gonna kill that clown
Called three of his soldiers, they rolled out
Looking for that kid's whereabouts...
Creeped slowly, lights off, car full
I'm not even gonna mention first who pulled...
At five kids kicking it on the steps
Bang, bang, bang, sound of a Tech
Ducked, bullet flew through a screen
Hit a girl in the eye, only thirteen
From a donut spot came to where they was firing
High beams, colorful lights and sirens
Quick U-turn, Trig kept spraying but...
Cop shot the driver, threw the door in the gut
Car out of control, hit a pole
Two dead, other knocked out cold
Trig in a daze, cop said: 'Hands up! I repeat!'
He did the opposite, bang, dead in his seat
One survivor serving life, can you figure?
Was it the gov't, his pops, the streets this be ESE DANGER
(A flow by my homie Ese Danger)
I woke up in the morning, on a regular day
I knew my man named R, would be around my way
I brushed my hair, my teeth, suddenly I washed my face
Then he came over my house with the drug base
He kept saying if I take one hit of a pipe
I write records to rhyme before the rest of the night
I said, "R, I don't do drugs, or drugs are whack"
And ain't that base drug like a drug, CRACK
He said no Solo, see base is the shit
Girls puff of base, and everybody does it
He left off quick and left me the base and the pipe
And I thought I write a record a rhyme, before I reach night
I said if that's true, but any case
I couldn't wait to write my record after I smoke the base
He left the crib, I heard the telephone
It was my mom telling to watch my sister 'till she gets home
I hung up the phone, with no time to waste
I put my sister in the kitchen so I could smoke the base
It had a funny taste but it didn't taste bad I felt hot
That's when I got my pen and pad
I wrote a rhyme it was funky
I broke in a race
'Cause the rhy that I wrote, tried to run off my page
I said, "Stop rhyme"
Then I grabbbed the rhyme and cut the rhyme
That I've seen running in my sight
I got a mind was happy when I thought the rhyme was dead
Some leaf swong and caught me square on the head
I fell on my floor and
The rhyme grabbed the knife
And cut my little sister
I thought it took her life
She fell on the floor, blood covered the rug
The rhyme was left and to my surprise I knew something was bugged
I got on the phone to call the cops, "what should I do?"
You'd did the same thing if you was in my shoes
As I started talking I seen the rhyme run by
And hit me with a can of ravioli in my eye
I fell on the floor look and when my vision cleared
I looked around the house and see the rhyme disappeared
I started to cry I said, "Oh, what would my mom say?"
That's when I heard a cop pulled up into the driveway
She came in the house she took a look at the place
See my sister still bleeding the knife and the base
She said, "You cut your sister while you were smoking that shit"
I said, "Mom, I didn't cut 'er, the rhyme did it"
I knew this was the truth, mom thought it was a lie
Some of y'll might even think it's just a Tale From The Left Side
(By my homie Ese Danger)
(CONTINUE IN MY ALBUM LIFE OF A CHICANO)
Mom was crying, she ran in shocked
Got on the phone, and then she started crying to the cops
So I ran out the door, and I looked for
The rhyme that cut my sister, who bled on my floor
I got in the yard, went out ran out in the street
I had to duck behind some trees 'cause I seen the police
When they ran in my house and shut up the block
I see my girl far coming to my house, and my jaw dropped
I said, "Baby stop," but yo she kept on walking
I knew pretty soon, the cops would be hawking
I never knew the trouble I was really headed for
'Till the rhyme appeared again dressed in Santa Claus
He said, "Ho Ho Ho baby you look great"
And told me dead on my face my girl was gonna get raped
Me watching this whole thing it was blowing my mind
'Cause my girl was getting raped by this musical rhyme
He was sliding in fast my girl cried for help
I grabbed a stick, you know and Solo went for self
I hit the rhyme in the head and seen him drop
But hen the rhyme disappeared and all I seen was cops
They were coming for me fast I couldn't escape
Besides my girl was on the ground butt-naked yelling and raped
One cop gave 'er a coat and said "M.s are you alright?"
Another cop said that's the kid that cut his sister with the knife
I told them my name, I tried to explain
They heard the side of my story
They said "Boy you insane" you raped this girl too
Come on and just admit it
I said, "Man, I didn't rape 'her, the rhyme did it"
I knew this was the truth but cops thought it was a lie
Some of y'll might even think it just a Tale From The Left Side
(A FLOW BY ME THE E-REC)
(CONT. OF THE SONG TALE FROM THE LEFT SIDE)
The cops tried to catch me, so I ran like hell
I needed someone to talk to, someone to tell
'Cause all these things were happening they where blowing my mind
See, I knew I didn't do this, I knew it was a rhyme
But who would believe me in any high state of mind
If they ask me who did it, and I say it was a rhyme
The cops didn't buy it, this is why I 'm being chased
Then my mom told the cops that I was high, on base
I'm running I'm sweating
I suddenly knew that I had to get the piece out as fast as I can, so
I shoot up this corner, run up another block
Looked over my shoulders, and seen I lost the cops, then
I ran to his door, bang like a ring or two
He said "Solo, hey man the cops are looking for you"
I said, "Thanks to you the base and that pipe"
"I wrote a rhyme high last night and the rhyme came alive"
He started to laugh, said "Yeah right!"
I said, "It raped my girl on the block, and cut my sister with a knife"
He started laughing, he thought it was a joke
He said, "Yo Solo you had a little too much to smoke"
I grabbed him in the jaw, we started fighting on the floor
Suddenly that's when I heard someone that was coming from the door
To conclusion, enter my mind, I said
"Could it be the cops, or the rhyme"
But before when I told 'em my man pay me no mind
And when the door opened up, it came the rhyme
With a hammer in his hand he tried to hit me in the head
I ducked, but the hammer hit P instead
I started braeking then, I said this must be a nightmare
He was screaming on the floor and there was blood everywhere
I got on the phone, called the cops
She went into shock
And when I hung up the phone, cops was on the block
I stuck my head out the door, said, "Help me the rhyme is in here"
But then he dropped the hammer, again he disappeared
The cops kept asking me how did he get hit
I kept trying to tell the cops "Yo, the rhyme did it"
They didnt' buy it, they said "Boy you're bug"
"You can save that rhyme story, for the lawyer or the judge"
I get there the D.A. and judge still wouldn't listen
They gave me fifteen to twenty-five years in prision
They take me somewhere, far state
For attempted murder, assault too and rape
My family won't talk to me, my friends wont' see me
My girl now hates me, and she don't wanna marry me
'Cause when this all dawned on me
It wasn't a rhyme it was just base technique
So I tell kids and adults in this place
This could happen to y'll if y'll smoke crack or base
So do yourself a favor stay away from this
Or you'll be in jail like I was yelling the rhyme did it
No one will believe you, they'll think you're telling a lie
And your life will become another, Tale From The Left Side
(THIS LAST FLOW BY Ese Danger)
Can I get a dang dang a ringa
dang digga digga digga dang a ringa
dang digga digga as I swing to the
Ol school, funk 94 bump pop it in yo trunk
and lay back and relax for a while as I kick
It to this smooth dope style and commence
Ta get ya in the mood move to tha groove
cause ya now your gonna do it, a checka
checka check it out step right up and see
what the Shade is all about who the flava
I'm the flava abd I came here just to save
ya wit a bit of the same ol that cha heard
Now can I get a word as I'm goin
Gone hey DJ come on and play
me that funky song
(THIS FLOW DONE BY DTTX OF LSOB)
Sittin' here in the yarda,
I do nada but wait
Staring at the barb wire at the top of the gate
Beyond that linea is mi familia and friends
Everyday I hope that this nightmare will end
Pero this shit is serio it's not a dream,
I'm seeing inmates dying-I'm hearing their last scream.
It's making me sick,
Surrounded by bars and three walls made of brick
I gotta sleep with a knife
I'm doing hard tiempo, cause I took a vatos life
I thought I was slick-but not slick enough,
Now I have to prove to the whole prison that I'm tough.
The only way out is the easy way suicide
when I think of that I think of mi familia on the outside
I miss my homeboys and my carnales
My jefita's homemade tamales.
But I got nada, now in prison blues,
I think I'll go get tattoos,
nothing else to do
but hard time..HARD TIEMPO
I remember when I used to play shoot em up,
It seems like just yesterday
Going to another varrio drinking my pisto,
with my cuete, listo to spray,
but now I live for today and I can't think about tomorrow,
Cause that'll just bring me pain and sorrow
SIMON! Hard tiempo!
Compared to this place man, the calle was simple.
It's no fun being torcido my jefita misses me,
and I miss my nino
Instead of livin by the gun,
All I do now is think of the shit I should've done
Instead of doing jale's, I should of got one,
I should have carried books, instead of a shotgun
Instead of driving by shooting at the raza,
we should have all been at the park eating carne asada.
Just kicking back drinking,
thinking of a master plan,
To bring up the MEXICANS.
But I had to show my friends that I was down with it
Now they know I'm down-but they don't come down to visit
A big shot in varrio,
jainas Y todo, but now I sit here solo,
All I get's letters from my jefita
Telling me my carnalito's starting to smoke frios.
AND do things that I did when I was his age.
DIRT
Puttin in work with a 12 gauge
So now I can't concentrate,
Imagine having your lil brother for a cell mate
But if he wants to lead the life of crime
it won't be long before he's with
me and we're both doing hard time
HARD TIEMPO!
It's all south, but I dont keep both eyes shut,
cause I share my cell with this loko ass nut,
He sits in the corner and refuses to sleep,
I gotta stay alert just incase he decides to creep
I can't take no more
I'm sick of sleeping with rats and roaches on a concrete floor
So the next chance I get I'm gonna shank the prison guard
Take his gun and his keys and run real hard.
If someone tries to stop me from doing my break,
I'll just put a cap in his ass til his body no longer shakes
That's murder 2 so now it's do or die
and if I can't get beyond that line, My ass will fry
Everything went black,
I woke up chained up and I knew I was back
at the same place,
Cuts on my body from the sharp fence
Now I'm gonna have to face the consequence
Trying to escape is a seriuos crime,
Now the time will get harder HARD TIME
Hard Tiempo!
(A FLOW BY FRANK V. MY HOMEBOY FROM SANTA MONICA)
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