Above the Law - Deep Az the Root lyrics
[Above the Law - Deep Az the Root lyrics]
See I wakes up in the afternoon
Somewhat kinda slow
I'm thinking about the homie
He just got caught he ain't never bang befo'
Yeah, it's '97 it's too late for that shit
I don't trip, I take a sip
And then I think I'm still drinking
Yeah the hood is leaking
All my little freaks is like creeping
Then I found out
All them niggas we put down was like bitches
Motherfucking snake ass bitches
See, never no mo' slipping
I'm still tripping how they say 'Pac's gone
But, I still hear them songs
I guess the real niggas feel it
And all the cowards around
The world really didn't (I know they didn't)
See I need's a new bag to
Bag big head Monopoly money it ain't funny
A nigga need them bills to fold when I roll
We in the industry we like hoes on a stroll
So I'ma stick a nigga fo' I go
See ah, my youngest daughter she like spoiled
So if I have to sell a gang
Of cavi and spread my soil
I'ma do this cause my nigga's rent due
Plus all that little shit that me
And K-Oss done been through
Plus collaborations from my nigga Hutch
He keep a nigga pocket broke huff, ha
No no' swap meet, 10K
A nigga feel good on a stroll through Coitier
(Who wanna play?)
I still hang with my niggas
That sell that shit
I tell you how much it cost
And where to get it
ATL got clientele so you know
That we gon' flip it
Riding wild in the west with a meal ticket
Sometimes I can't fight the feeling
These setbacks they come by the millions
Life is one big escapade
You won't know till it's too late
Sometimes I can't fight the feeling
These setbacks they come by the millions
Everyday's an episode
Can you handle the load?
Now I was told to sit down
And shut when grown folks speak
And keep your head in them
Books fuck them streets
But instead I be out here and
With my next of kin
Trying to dodge doing 20 in the pen
So count me in on a half of them two thangs
So I can paint a much
Brighter picture for my frame
And count change
My baby mama think that I'm a bank
She thinks my car is always on a full tank
Yeah, mama be telling me to slow down
Take a deep breath and take
A step and look around uh, yeah
Cause, I don't think that I can grind forever
I got to trust who I can trust
And put up with bad weather
I shake broads to the left
Cause, I don't know who gon' try to gank
Me and shank me for my wealth
Yo, I learn from my great uncle Ken
That there's a thin line between
You and your ends
Somewhat kinda slow
I'm thinking about the homie
He just got caught he ain't never bang befo'
Yeah, it's '97 it's too late for that shit
I don't trip, I take a sip
And then I think I'm still drinking
Yeah the hood is leaking
All my little freaks is like creeping
Then I found out
All them niggas we put down was like bitches
Motherfucking snake ass bitches
See, never no mo' slipping
I'm still tripping how they say 'Pac's gone
But, I still hear them songs
I guess the real niggas feel it
And all the cowards around
The world really didn't (I know they didn't)
See I need's a new bag to
Bag big head Monopoly money it ain't funny
A nigga need them bills to fold when I roll
We in the industry we like hoes on a stroll
So I'ma stick a nigga fo' I go
See ah, my youngest daughter she like spoiled
So if I have to sell a gang
Of cavi and spread my soil
I'ma do this cause my nigga's rent due
Plus all that little shit that me
And K-Oss done been through
Plus collaborations from my nigga Hutch
He keep a nigga pocket broke huff, ha
No no' swap meet, 10K
A nigga feel good on a stroll through Coitier
(Who wanna play?)
I still hang with my niggas
That sell that shit
I tell you how much it cost
And where to get it
ATL got clientele so you know
That we gon' flip it
Riding wild in the west with a meal ticket
Sometimes I can't fight the feeling
These setbacks they come by the millions
Life is one big escapade
You won't know till it's too late
Sometimes I can't fight the feeling
These setbacks they come by the millions
Everyday's an episode
Can you handle the load?
Now I was told to sit down
And shut when grown folks speak
And keep your head in them
Books fuck them streets
But instead I be out here and
With my next of kin
Trying to dodge doing 20 in the pen
So count me in on a half of them two thangs
So I can paint a much
Brighter picture for my frame
And count change
My baby mama think that I'm a bank
She thinks my car is always on a full tank
Yeah, mama be telling me to slow down
Take a deep breath and take
A step and look around uh, yeah
Cause, I don't think that I can grind forever
I got to trust who I can trust
And put up with bad weather
I shake broads to the left
Cause, I don't know who gon' try to gank
Me and shank me for my wealth
Yo, I learn from my great uncle Ken
That there's a thin line between
You and your ends