Cappadonna, Rush - Here 2 Day lyrics

These streets is flooded with
Crime and criminal minds
Niggas dump on ya'll, straight take ya shines
Catch you coming out the crib
Straight raid your spine
Stab you on in side, straight take ya nine
Niggas'll kill muthafuckas for a
Bottle of wine so where you put the heat at
Caught on the blind
Here today niggas, better have a good time
Gone tomorrow, that's how it is in the grind
So beware of the dog
And the thieves at night
Niggas'll cut you up
If the trees ain't right
All of the Gods building
The degrees is tight
Cock back my headphones
Then I squeeze them right
Yo, niggas'll kill niggas for
The cheese and ice
And ya ribs start touching for
The peas and rice
All of my in-the-ghetto niggas
Want G's and bikes
That's why I need my cake
And more Cash Rule like Land-O-Lake
I ain't try'nna be the one, just linger a zoo
I wanna be out in a cruise
Living good as you
Up in the Bronx, or whatever
Just me and my crew
And we lounging real hard, uptown's is new
Got the jeans real baggy and
The fitted is blue
Traveling across the world, like alakazoo
Alakazaam, ya muthafuckas know who I am
Throw my darts like I told you I can
Yeah baby, big Donna from the group is
Pillage for life
Click, and I lounge where the stoupe is

Yeah, it's basic dog
We all in this game to ball
I leave my mark in your hood
Like I'm writing on walls
Come ride my balls and tell yo
Bitch to come here
I'm hitting 'em where, from the rear
Pulling they hair
Layin' the pipe, my forty-five game is tight
I'm like a weed plant, nigga
I stay in the light on dark grounds
Gun percussion hang over tracks
I lay low on street corners
While I'm handing out packs
Counting the stacks, while the feds
Counting the facts
Your glitter attracts, like I ain't that
Nigga get clapped
Guess whose back, Ratchet, the rap specalist
A profession is my conscience'll
Leave you breathless
I drop lessons with street knowledge
Hold my ground solid
Watch me own back, I'm big, black and brolic
Hitting hood with the collard green
Weed from the Phillipines
Cutting competition off with the guillotine
What, the cuts in my chain is unbreakable
You're uncapable, I make 'em and take a fall
I take 'em all, leave 'em laying naked soft
Run up in the wedding halls
Shoot the cake and all
Make your call, it's all street justice, dog
Even if the innocent, have to be involved
We can take it from the streets
To where you lay in the mall
I'm layin' the law
While your whore playing the four
Nine three eleven
Selling those dimes for seven
I don't, aim to please, I aim to squeeze
And I'm aiming for the stars
Cock sucker, say cheese, chump