RZA, Solomon Childs, Killa Sin - Fools lyrics

And I told him, "Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me" yo, yo
Everybody, everybody, everybody everybody
Yo, come on

Everybody plays a fool, sometimes
There's no exceptions to the rules
Get your nines

Digi Digi, Shaolin Shaolin
But in Brownsville check it out

Niggas was psyched out
Beretta brought the dirt bike out
Everlast just came home
It was his first night out
He was arguin' with these bitches how
They don't mind their business
When he was locked the fuck down
No one came to visit he was snuffed, black
His little cousin Moe stuck Cap
That's Miss Sommers on the bike
With the gat like, "Fuck that"
But finessin' over here
He could've wished he had ten more years
Cracked a cold beer then bust
A shot in the air
Everlast, ego went full blast
Didn't splash it he'd act like his head was
Too big for the casket
I told him, "Slow down God, you ain't wild
You ain't been in these projects in a while
Runnin' 'round with that old school style"
Don't think these young bucks won't
Lay you down like tile
A hard head makes a soft ass
These New York lads chopped faces
You talk fast - they bust off fast
And chase you out the hood, in a bloody hood
Yo, son
You seen that kid was actin' Hollywood?

Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy Cali
Clap when he 'ttack
Most get astounded by sorrounded sound
Effects in the back adidas shoe, phat laces
Packin' buldge in his jacket
Head nappy, black and nasty
But he nasty for gats
He nas', passed me, bumped me and laughed
Then flashed me his Mac
Said, "I got sixteen for you
We could bang on the track"
So strap this, nah, this bar's a bullet
Par pull it in fact, blast me bastard
I done came to far for this

Boulevard life, remember late nights?
Mama stomach touchin' a bed, two bids
Cats sacky in Comstack, retire from the crack
I'm askin' Allah that the
Warm Hennessy help me
I ain't chose the struggle
The struggle chose me
Lord forgive me for I have
Stolen from my brothers
Snaked my brothers, even killed my brothers
Familiar fishscale, everybody plays the fool
The Older Gods givin' me jewels
The younger Gods givin' me tools
Solomon Allah, I feel I was jerked
To the drug dealers, my baby mother's a flirt
Holey socks, one fatigue suit
What you feel it don't hurt?
That's my problem now, I ain't afraid to talk
Still cop coke from the well Willy
When I was young I got
Robbed from the neighborhood bully
'Til he forced me to hit
Him with the nine milli'
Now him and his click know
That I'm a thug fully