Jedi Mind Tricks, Rocky Raez - What’s Really Good lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks, Rocky Raez - What’s Really Good lyrics]
"Can you play the beat a little higher?"
Yea, ok, yo, listen, check it, yo
Heyo these streets hate me
But they made me a animal
We little ghetto boys that was
Raised on the avenue
We drug dealers, stick-up kids
And what have you
In rap battles where the audience
Will clap at you my block crazy
I never seen a cab pass through
On bright sunny days
You can see my black shadow
Gats with barrels tucked under the apparel
And that's natural in a
City with crack statues
Please believe it, gun shots
Some keep secrets you keep sleepin'
Get caught in ya Jeep reachin'
Always listen to an old man when he speakin'
To learn how to keep at least
A grand on the weekend
Learn how to analyze a man when he creepin'
Learn not to never burn a
Bridge when you leakin'
That's street knowledge
Write it down and speak about it
Drug dealers use this rap the street outlet
I leave doubters in the
Back and move outwards
Watch for them niggas with
Timbs and loose outfit's
Guns don't kill people
The bullets'll kill people
And bullets leave holes in people
Can just see through
It's all mathematics it's what
The streets equal these streets evil
City niggas with Desert Eagles
They won't hesitate to drive-by
In tinted Regals
And that's how it is in my life
That's how it is
(Yea, it's Rocky Raez y'all
The Ghostwriters)
Heyo, what's really good? (We over)
'Cuz I got it on lock (In my hood)
We hustle what we could (In yo' block)
You niggas ain't stop (In my block)
I got the sound right
Reasoning of Malachi York
Only speak to me if I allow you to talk
Cuz y'all ain't never learn that
You crawl before walk
My four-pound layin' you down
Like Black Hawk
The gat's smart, intelligent born vicious
Military thug who follow Allah wishes
That's why I don't eat pork
It cause sickness
And that's why literal cats is like bitches
And y'all be more hard pressed to stop me
And fiends dummin' out on the block
It's rock free
So fuck peace, cousin bring me to war
So I can have blood on my hands with C-4
I need more, need weed and need cash
Or I'mma shoot three at ya
Team like Steve Nash you bleed fast
'cuz that's jus how it go down
That's how Vinnie Pazienza always
Holdin the crown i'm holdin' it down
With five nickel nine biscuit's
I live my life for Allah, defy Christmas
But y'all always in Jedi Mind business
Now your body parts are
Buried in five ditches
(It's fuckin' Vinnie Paz baby)
Yea, ok, yo, listen, check it, yo
Heyo these streets hate me
But they made me a animal
We little ghetto boys that was
Raised on the avenue
We drug dealers, stick-up kids
And what have you
In rap battles where the audience
Will clap at you my block crazy
I never seen a cab pass through
On bright sunny days
You can see my black shadow
Gats with barrels tucked under the apparel
And that's natural in a
City with crack statues
Please believe it, gun shots
Some keep secrets you keep sleepin'
Get caught in ya Jeep reachin'
Always listen to an old man when he speakin'
To learn how to keep at least
A grand on the weekend
Learn how to analyze a man when he creepin'
Learn not to never burn a
Bridge when you leakin'
That's street knowledge
Write it down and speak about it
Drug dealers use this rap the street outlet
I leave doubters in the
Back and move outwards
Watch for them niggas with
Timbs and loose outfit's
Guns don't kill people
The bullets'll kill people
And bullets leave holes in people
Can just see through
It's all mathematics it's what
The streets equal these streets evil
City niggas with Desert Eagles
They won't hesitate to drive-by
In tinted Regals
And that's how it is in my life
That's how it is
(Yea, it's Rocky Raez y'all
The Ghostwriters)
Heyo, what's really good? (We over)
'Cuz I got it on lock (In my hood)
We hustle what we could (In yo' block)
You niggas ain't stop (In my block)
I got the sound right
Reasoning of Malachi York
Only speak to me if I allow you to talk
Cuz y'all ain't never learn that
You crawl before walk
My four-pound layin' you down
Like Black Hawk
The gat's smart, intelligent born vicious
Military thug who follow Allah wishes
That's why I don't eat pork
It cause sickness
And that's why literal cats is like bitches
And y'all be more hard pressed to stop me
And fiends dummin' out on the block
It's rock free
So fuck peace, cousin bring me to war
So I can have blood on my hands with C-4
I need more, need weed and need cash
Or I'mma shoot three at ya
Team like Steve Nash you bleed fast
'cuz that's jus how it go down
That's how Vinnie Pazienza always
Holdin the crown i'm holdin' it down
With five nickel nine biscuit's
I live my life for Allah, defy Christmas
But y'all always in Jedi Mind business
Now your body parts are
Buried in five ditches
(It's fuckin' Vinnie Paz baby)