[gunshot] {.. Marxmen!}
|
|
[Intro]
|
Nigga we been here forever (First Family)
|
Let's go! Yeahhh, y'all know how the game go
|
Yeah, nigga we at it, we still at 'em nigga
|
(Put 'em up nigga) Firing Squad! YEAH!
|
Just make a note of it
|
One, one, we like it rockin nigga
|
(Put 'em up) Yeah, we still hip-hoppin nigga
|
(It's the way of the world) One on one, yeah
|
Fuckin with the murder staff now (TRUE TO LIFE!!!)
|
|
[Billy Danze]
|
Yo I was drivin an $80,000 car befo' I got with Dash
|
But I won't lie and say this ain't about the cash
|
Cognac, six-pack, and some dough in the stash
|
Sit back and watch my children play in the grass
|
And hopefully through this writin I'm enlightenin the hood
|
(Seems sorta sheisty) Yeah; but it ain't all good
|
Everyone that did me wrong, know this nigga strong
|
So hopefully for you that animosity is gone
|
(THROW IT UP!) For the homey Headquarters
|
And all the other brothers we lost in muddy waters (waters)
|
How do we go through life when our peeps don't support us
|
(You put up a good fight) Yeah but the streets still caught us
|
And the beef still brought us, in the middle of the street
|
Bodies riddled from bullets from our head to our feet
|
The game get deep, but y'all just see the surface
|
Y'all don't see no purpose, y'all just sleep
|
(HOW SHOULD A YOUNG G STAND?) Don't ask Danze
|
I don't fuck with them children I'm a grown-ass man
|
I live on the edge, I was raised where most niggaz pledge
|
to murder motherfuckers by the dozen
|
|
[Hook: unknown singer]
|
I'm drownin in the.. shallow waters
|
And I'm trying so hard, to reach the top
|
Something so unpure.. in the air to catch
|
I feel siiiin upon me
|
|
[Chorus: First Family]
|
You win some, you lose some
|
It's two roads to choose from, choose one - muddy waters
|
If your family chose, the road of the old code
|
You bound to lose one - these muddy waters
|
You win some, you lose some
|
It's two roads to choose from, choose one
|
Remember how you and the homey rode, make sure you travel
|
with the homey soul, when steppin through muddy waters
|
|
[Lil' Fame]
|
Yo, I'm in once, hustled in the rain, sleet, snow
|
(ON THE GRIND) Sheepskin, 40 belows
|
To feed his family, it was sweet tears and blood
|
That's what I call love, what do you call love?
|
Picture the same man losin his life for some lame bitch
|
he was out on the grind for, long story short
|
For Father's Day she'll place flowers on his grave
|
Then head upstate, to visit the nigga that murdered him the next day
|
(Look at that) My fundamentals come from the Hill
|
Travelled to it but left love in the 'Ville
|
Still hear the sound of my footsteps, steppin away
|
from my childhood toward the physique and the frame of a nigga
|
But mentally I'm stuck in the past
|
Askin myself why I was walkin so fast
|
Muh'fuckers think I'm ballin, I ain't ballin
|
I'm drinkin wit'cha'll tryin to get heart to face me stallin
|
It's like my moms is the angel in the sky
|
And I can see tears comin down the West Indian lady eyes
|
But, I apologize, and those I've hurt
|
with my bullshit, please believe I ain't mean it
|
(He ain't mean it) But I'm still a good man
|
As a kid I was given a fucked up hand, but I
|
still march as I scream at the top of my lungs
|
M.O.P. TO THE DEATH, stompin through muddy waters
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
[Hook]
|
|
-----------------
|
Muddy Waters
|
| M.O.P. |
