Lyrics: Tri-Polar

1. Best You Never Heard Of

[Verse 1]

Best you never heard of if I’m on it then its murder/
Got a lot of niggas sleepin like a Sealy or a Serta/
Bet this bomb wake em up/
Three dice shake em up/
Call it Ceelo we know we no equal/
Imma break em up/
Best of the no names/
You one too I run through your whole crew/
Spit tuberculosis sick since ‘02/
A lot of bad music bad rappers bad actors bad trappers/
All saying the same shit like dad backwards/
I’m sittin stuck in it never made a buck from this/
But chastity belt flow no I’m not who you’re fuckin with/
Yeah you can try it maybe him maybe them/
But battle me I guarantee you lose something maybe a limb/
Arms legs oh my hail mary go wide/
I’m almost to that goal line a gold mine no I/
Won’t quit for shit cuz I’m the pride of this city/
And the city don’t know me but gonna pay me what it owe me/

[Hook]

Nice to meet you best you never heard of/
Everybody rap but I go harder, go further/
No ego, I see no equal/
Know it’s been done before but I’m different, no sequel

(repeat)

[Verse 2]

Feel like the struggle is needed to be completed/
Could be how I perceive it, real shit they don’t receive it/
Bullshit somehow believe it
So I switch it up like seasons/
On this mic I’m like a heathin/
Beat a beat up til it’s bleedin/
And fuck a band-aid I’m hand-made, fan blades/
Swingin at your chest protect your neck, Inspector Deck/
You too young to get that, I’m 12 gage, on kick back/
Steady talkin that you’re shit crack/
Your shit wack my shit back/
Excuse the cursing/
I’m confused end discussion/
You like him cuz he’s rich when it’s obvious that he bluffin/
Naw it’s nothin, really fam I understand/
Been making hits back to back like pitching underhand/
And you respect it, and ain’t gotta like it/
Call me Sycosis in your head like a psychic/
At your throat winter ice pick/
On this beat like a night stick/
When you see me bow down like you’ve been knighted/
Nigga try it

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

What do you do when you’re better than your idols/
Bust still a lightweight, can’t compete for the title/
A bunch of crabs in a bucket/
Tryin to fake it til we make it/
They don’t give it gotta take it/
If it’s a record watch me break it/
A bunch of bitches, y’all gonna Rickie Lake it/
Show my ass on a track
I swear I’m really naked/
My notebook is sacred/
Pen got me spiritual/
Lames cured when they touch me/
Still performin miracles/
Hard beats and lyrical/
This what you been prayin for/
Watch it come back around/
That’s what we been waitin for/
But Imma do it/
Go against me must be stupid/
Butter duck and cover your head/
Like you Muslim or you Jewish/
Realest and the truest/
Freshest and the newest/
I don’t believe in being topped/
See me I’m like a nudist/
And me I’m like I do this/
And you, you shoulda knew this/
Best you never heard of your fault, foolish

[Hook]

2. About My Business

[Verse 1]

Good morning, damn they borin’/
I’m snoring while they performin’/
Meanwhile I’m brainstormin’/
Clouds forming, swirling, swarming/
You know the name, watch it heat up like a Forman/
Grill you when I see you/
I don’t feel you we not peoples/
I’m bout my business, you welcome to witness/
And every rapper in the world is on my hit list/
Cuz you ain’t fuck with me when I tried to reach out/
Girls played me lame, now they tell me pull your screech out/
And I oblige, I survive through that street route/
Used to be a booster, up early like a rooster/
Anything to sell these size 12s and cop the newer/
Tims, 1s, Js, and they sick like I threw up/
400 a case, that’s a dozen and a half/
Sold ‘em 75 apiece in a week, now do the math/
And that’s on top of havin’ a nine to five/
Spent it all on student loans
bitch I’m grown don’t make me laugh/

[Hook]

I’m about my business

(Repeat 15x)

[Verse 2]

Good morning, damn they borin’ in this Impala florin’/
With a white chick named Monique
and a black one named Lauren/
I’m comin’ after you, like I got a warrant/
Niggas say they winnin’, don’t know how when they not scorin’/
Look I’ll Dwight you, just to spite you/
You ain’t a rapper, you an actor, I’m nothin’ like you/
And please quit lyin’ to these mother fuckin’ kids/
If you was really sellin’ dope
you wouldn’t be rappin’ bout that shit/
You wouldn’t be actin’ like you rich/
You wouldn’t have stopped and made no switch/
Wouldn’t have time to make a song
cuz you be wrapping up a brick/
We woulda never known your name/
Cuz you be busy sellin’ cane/
But since we at this open mic shut yo damn mouth lame/
See I spit that yoga flame like I swallowed a torch/
The last of the true spitters, used to follow the Source/
Oh by the way did I mention/
I’m sittin on a pension/
On the block talkin’ stocks,
chain hangin’ like a lynchman

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Good morning, damn they borin’/
Cups raised and we pourin’/
He wack as hell, but that beat hot so we ignore him/
I’m on my grind all the time, God knows/
South side Chi Town can’t be stopped, Derrick Rose/
A demi-god, must have been here in the past life/
Walk in with some goons who all high as a gas price/
And I don’t smoke, I murder ever quote spoke/
But you a joke
that’s why they only half feel you like a stroke/

[Hook]

3. My City

[Hook]
This Chicago, You Sleeping I Know
But this the Wind City do it big's the motto
And this My city yeah (boy) This My city yeeaaah
This my city yeah (boy) This My city yeeaaah


This is Chi-Town, Them Killers Ride Round
And They be beefing all summer til it die down
But this My city yeah (boy) This My city yeeeah (boy)
This My city yeah (boy) This My city yeeeah

[Verse 1]

Look look 93rd and Cottage Grove,
Ramen noodles on that stove/
Cooking like I'm Jeezy think Im Yeezy
with these kind of clothes/
Check my kicks they kinda cold,
momma couldn't afford them/
But I'm grown now I can sport them,
Look Jordan aint got these Jordans/
Yeah they fusions don't confuse them
Getting W's yall niggas loosing/
These facts in fact they proven
The city packed them blacks and moved them/
So we out here in these burbs fam
Living off these words fam/
We be in the streets too deep
you barely off the curb fam/

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Look look Madison and Laramie
what you think you scaring me/
I grew up in this jungle
where D boys got packs and bundles/
they be serving they be serving
got no jobs but say they working/
cops swerving and swerving
leave em in that country hurting/
Let me take you up to Lake Shore
North Pole to be exact/
Red Line to Howard Train
where niggas posted by the tracks/
Back down to the Low End
but now they call it Bronzeville/
Heat beat the Bulls
wont find nobody in Lebron's still/
Sibley and Halsted
Wild Hundreds we lost it/
Walked in Arnie's 100 singles
Fell in love and tossed it/
Damn her ass enormous
Now we flying down Torrence/
Made a left on Stony Island
Need a Gym Shoe Sub I'm on it/
You say "choosing" we say "going"
And she Going so I'm blowing/
All this money for no reason
We only got 2 seasons/
Summer time and winter time
And both them bitches fierce/
You like heat waves or snow storms
Get both them bitches here
Cuz this Chicago

[Hook]

Look look 55th and Lake Park
You might find you a skate park/
55th in Gage Park
you might catch you a case dog/
Kings and Folks be beefing
Que paso, ya tu fuiste/
Way to far in that hood
Now make it home wont be easy/
Let me take you to Rogers Park
Up into that Gold Coast/
Never seen a condo cost more
So bring lots of dough/
This the home of Lupe,Kanye
Common, Kels, plus Twista/
If they said they fucking with us
They was probably fucking with ya/

[Hook] 2x's

4. Over Everything

[Hook]
In my hood they trying to ball
Over Everything, Over Everything
Ball Ball Over Everything
These little niggas trying to ball
Over Everything, Over Everything
Ball Ball Over Everything
All they think about is

Money, Cash, Hoes
Run the streets is all they know
Reapeat 3x's

[Verse 1]
These little niggas try to ball over everything
in the streets with wedding rings/
married to the game
they want that money want a name/
for these hoes to holla out
fuck a school they all about/
getting cash and buying clothes
Pele leathers and Girbauds/
And they strapped like them jeans
they be teens serving fiends/
they be 12 popping pills
they be shell shocked foreal/
from they momma shooting heroin
fuck the world from here on/
daddy never getting out
so we on that quick route/
is it worth it is it worth it
all them problems that might surface/
just to stunt on these hoes
just to flex like Mr. Perfect/
see that money just the surface
you a pawn when you're a worker/
you're a targe by the D.A.
same shit on replay/
Possesion of narcotics
intent to distribute happy b-day/
Class X-Felony
so what the hell you telling me/
That 6-30 years
is it worth it all them tears/
all them cell blocks and them tiers
they know this but all I hear/
is they gonna ball Over Everything

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

So whose to blame whose to blame
for how these kids get crack cociane/
mix it up with baking soda
cook it up over that flame/
17 with a baby momma
but his gang is all he claim/
tatted up with dread locks
he think he Wocka think he Wayne/
he be poppin call em Yoppers
he was akward now he changed/
he's a mobsta grab that choppa
Pop Pop Pop ya out ya brain/
out that lane is hard to be
out this game is hard to see/
whats a college when your knowledge
of how to eat come from the streets/
all you seen is a bunch of fiends
all your hope comes from some dope/
all you heard was flippin birds
and all you fear is not making more/
this aint a movie aint a movie
but you Johnny Depp in "Blow"/
trying to make it 1 more run
until ATF kicks in that door/
what you facing what you facing
best case probably probation/
get that band on your ankle
then the good Lord you'll be thanking/
but you can't win you aint in
no different state of mind/
You'll be back in 90 days
just a sign of the times/
trying to ball Over Everything

[Hook]

5. In Motion fet M1cestro

[Hook]

Time to get this shit In Motion
See me staring off then know I'm focused
Always keep in mind what the goal is
Not about the money but the
money come fo sho and we know this
Can see it in their eyes that they notice
Let's get this shit in motion
see me staring off then know I'm focused
Always keep in mind what the goal is
Not about the money but the
money come fo sho and we know this
Can see it in their eyes that they notice
Let's get this shit in motion

[Verse 1 Sycosis]

Choose or lose I gotta move gotta move
my ambitions as a rider make me hustle like a fool/
I change shoes more than girls change moods
and that got em looking hard like your grandma do the news/
ready set hut hut men in motion
a lot of street rappers bout as tough as scented lotion/
so get it twisted and your top coming open
then you go underneath like the numbers in a qoutent/
Got T.I. motivation on repeat
flying down the Dan Ryan like its wings under the seat/
Bags full of boxes in the trunk all week
when they call tell em public parking lots is where we met/
I get the cash then I'm buying blank cds
a couple black markers and them multi colored sleeves/
burn em up and tag em up and take em to the show
the best you never heard of bout to let these niggas know/

[Hook]

[Verse 2 M1cestro]

Ok I'm rolling on this track cuz I'm a vocal-locomotive
know I'm getting money like I took a part in Oceans/
know a nigga stuntin cuz I rub it in like lotion
plead guilty on the stand and tell em money was the motive/
opened up the Trojan so you know I'm bout to go in
never played no games but all my life I been a token/
Black sheep in the back before she take it to the flow
I tell her STOP ok now put it back in motion/
hands on like a door nob
when I meant to say no homo only time I'm gonna pause/
and my team be staying flyer than a Romo thrown lob
and I keep my head up always like a bloody nose snob/
I'm in love with my money but married to success
the hustle is my side chic and failure is my ex/
say you flyer than me, to me you sound like Timmy
cuz I'm shinning like Sheen # sign Winning

[Hook]

[Verse 3 Sycosis]

When you doing numbers thats when niggas got a problem
subtract them out the picture only way you ever solve them/
he claim he from the streets on the beats he steady mobbin
but we aint never seen him like them picures of Bin Laden/
boy I'm plotting on my grind like pre-teens
and while you sleeping I'm coming up creeping/
on the mic beasting until we money feasting
fly enough to drop up out the sky like Greetings/
go hard give all my beats a beating
hustle all night next moring in a meeting/
you know my name like a class assigned seating
so now its time to collect like I'm done preachign/

[Hook]

6. Black Whip

[Hook]
I'm in my black whip, that bitch beautiful
Windows tinted seats pushed back like a cuticle
My boy got a midnight colored box the top cubicle
This is how we do it on our side its just new to you

I'm in my black whip that bitch beautiful
Windows tinted seats pushed back like a cuticle
My girl got a charcol colored Malibu with attitude
If you reppin like I'm reppin this is what you gotta do

[Verse 1 Sycosis]

I'm in my black whip 2 lanes give em room
Oh there's an app for that remote start from the livign room/
Push to start bucket seats in back barely pused apart
My old whip cut off on me at the light I had to push to park/
But not this Chevy sitting heavy girl you ready
she warp speed and stop on a dime, brake like a levy/
I say she never bleed all that she need is holding her steady
Got them Asains on her feet Yokahomas call it a peddy/
This aint no ice cream paint my whip dark as oil
Rev the engine a couple times the pavement starts to boil/
Got the iPod connected through auxilory
underneath the seat pick your poison on the artillery/
Feelin me I'm a heathen see me coming they leaving
traffic swerving and weaving no particular reason/
do this through every season long as a nigga breathing
cameras flashing pictures through red lights I hope they keep em/

[Hook]

[Verse 2 The IL Literits]
{Los}
They see my Anis fear me boy could win the tripple crown
cuz she got 5 G speed and she bust em down/
And if I break it down so much we make it run around
But they don't wanna run around
they keep screaming take em now/
It feels foriegn the way that bitch soaring
hitting corners flooring with a German chic pouring/
You keep your pigeon coupes I'll be 4 dooring
with seats so plush we can take that bitch touring/
{El Dorodo}
Swing low sweet chariot black as a ninja mask
slicing lanes on Katana blades ninja fast/
As a baby I was pimpin in my black buggy
When I go hearst it'll be a black Lac so doughie/
Whip black like it came from the set of roots
And she a blonde now but she got black roots/
And she a freak off top, thats through the roof
Black light back seat look you can see the proof/

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I'm in this black whip, we done been through everything
Tripple coat of wax on her back she drive better clean/
Bad bitch with hair down her back she ride shotgun
her panties would be wet except she aint got none/
she turned on when I open up the door
different brand everyday I could open up a store/
if you scratch on my paint we can open up a war
look I'm sinking in these seats like I opened up the floor/

[Hook]

7. Check 1, 2

[Hook]

Call me S-Y mind right music/
I’m that dude man, cool as a blue fan/
Check 1, 2
(repeat 2x)

[Verse 1]

I’ve been slept on too long/
Like your cheeks with the sheet marks in it/
Cape off feelin’ I could be Clark Kent if/
Nobody notice, didn’t have a vision now I’m Lasik focused/
Third eye closin’, flow wet soakin’/
Crowd in control like I hit ‘em with a potion/
Spittin’ with a venom that’s potent/
Doors of the church is open, it’s devotion/
Our father, Sergeant Slaughter/
Jake the Snake Roberts, hate the fake prophets/
Easy bake pockets, that mean I get cake/
Dick let me dictate, how much she can dick take/
I switch gears, never did breaks, move forward/
Try to live great, die better, who for it/
All against it get crushed in the process/
Coupes like girls gone wild, all topless

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Gotta stop one day but not right now/
Don’t ask me who I think is hot right now/
Cuz if I see him, probably getting shot right now/
Erase his name from the top I want his spot right now/
Raise your cups in the air like the Blackhawks/
All these niggas frontin’ like someone ripped they back off/
It’s all good though I keep it 100/
Like an ‘A’ in gym class, nigga, we the ones who run it/
S-y-cosis power of suggestion/
Give ‘em lethal doses, all an injection/
Land mine rhymes, too explosive/
Needle for a pen, don’t get poked, bitch/
Cuz I ain’t playin’, not the least homie/
Get a wooden bed box if you sleep on me/
And watch your mouth if you speak on me/
Talkin’ to the young God, so preach on me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I brought it back for the people/
Real Rap part two starring in the sequel/
My headphones is on fire, Siegal, Jada/
Haters all around but I keep cool/
Like I’m laced in nitrous oxide/
Chillin’ in the cut, real clean like peroxide/
Can’t touch me like hammer, Imma nail you
Hard to act hard when your heart start to fail you/
What can I tell you, just a shorty from the Chi/
Been playin’ with the pen before Live ‘95/
I had a Dreamcast, music made my dreams last/
Pops locked up, somehow it never seemed bad/
Still get it in today though/
Catch me in the streets or online like Halo/
Just thank God for the day/
And Imma keep pushin’ like a baby on the way

[Hook]

9. Cloud 10

[Hook]

See I was only 12 when I wrote my first verse
Afraid to let em hear me so I let em read the words/
My nerves wouldn't let me say it outloud then
But now its my only outlet Cloud 10/
(reapeat)

[Verse 1]

Sitting here stressing over news that I just got
Second glass of rum and orange juice playing X-Box/
Trying to get distracted problems seem attracted
To anything with my name
I don't think that I'm sane/
I think that I've changed different than I used to be
The only time I feel good is writing beat eulogies/
That mean I kill a track and leave a beat deceased
you lace me with a beauty I turn into a beast/
I mean I feast on kick snares and high hats
D.O.A. your 808's your bass line can get ate away/
and tell the competition, they can get ate today
You better fall back like a fadeaway/
what music was to me, seems to fade away
shorties grab a pen to get paid they say/
I can't relate to it, I got passion for it
what's that, that conscious Rap nigga you asking for it/

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Can't describe the feeling that I get when I grab a pen
I'm automatic it gets tragic and my head spin/
went from rapping in the lunch room up at Thornton
to punchline torching every bar verse scorching/
lost a battle then lost my mind now I'm forcing
This pen to keep writing til I become the 5th horseman/
horns out my cranium bones Antimantium
claws out my knuckles fuck your chuckles I'm insane again/
Tri-Polar 3 sides to every story
Guts, Guns, Glory I'm fighting like Brian Fury/
Teken 4 expect a war when they record me
detonate the Pro-tools it explode right before me/
Real rap music fans love adore me
but whack niggas bore me I'm coming you can't ignore me/
I'm on my 10th cloud higher than I used to be
Went from being shy to being fly still getting used to me/

[Hook] 3x's

10. Pull It Skit ft. Unc-C

The beat dead I'm just flowing on the carcass
The game broke I'm just blowing on the cartriage/
I was born sick as shit throwing up nauteous
God damn the flow don't stop leaky faucet/
More like a typhoon hurricaine killing shit
Oxymorone I'm a hero on some villian shit/
Do I got the juice nigga hell yeah spillin shit
please don't test me don't make me make my killers rich/
I don't touch guns but they clutch em like a 5 speed
So please pump your brakes or see the tools nigga..Minieke/

11. They Know ft. THC

[Hook]
Wrongs and the rights that I've chose
Got me walking down an unfamiliar road/
tonight I'm gonna pray for my foes
Cuz they know, homie they know/
Boy I keep a heater in the bag
They know, boy I keep a heater in the bag/
They Know, Boy I keep a heater in the bag
They know oo oh oo oh Ohhh/

[Verse 1 Sycosis]

I keep a heater on me homie like Chicago winter
We beens starving time to eat nigga yall for dinner/
I'm Master Splinter you beginners shouldn't enter
Unless you want to feel a wrath to remember/
I'm going in
On this mic I'm street fighting M. Bison
Yall biting when you writing about as good as 50 Tyson/
But when I'm writing its like lightening when its striking
hit you hard enough to split yo ass in half like a hyphen/
look I'm dicing like Shinobi with a knife in or a sword
get to slicing when my Spidy senses hieghten/
you should be frieghtened I'm demonic when reciting
lyrics largely enlightened by the dark on with a Trident/
Naw fuck fighting watch me darken your light when
I twist your bulb backwards and turn you day into night then/
The competition don't compare I'm more exciting
Unless you buzzed as Wiz Khalifa is run for your life then/

[Hook]
 
[Verse 2 THC]

See I was born a field nigga like Kunta you Toby
Empty bottles draining shots in the clutch like I'm Kobe/
You don't know me I speak but we aint homies
I walk it like I talk it through training held in the Show Me/
Now I know how to quick snap screen pass run out
know how to quick snap win see touchdowns/
And I'm going for the 2.0 tie
do or die nigga we fly cloud 9 bound/
I aint celebrating shit that ones game
fuck a win if a trophy don't come lame/
I've lost before so the winning is all that keeps me tame
And I don't like them fake niggas who claiming they paid
Diamonds low quality so I throw in a spade/
The truth keeps the hand cleaner than soap thats real
So I stay patient if they see that you rushing you killed/
And you get 1 shot at this
not alone do your own like college bitch/
yeah I'm on look at me I done flipped my switch
With my niggas on the bench like my name was Hits/
if we see em we in it if we got the bottle we hitting
no competition we shitting and you aint wild if you quiting/
Yeah I'm wrong dog I wish I could give you the feeling

[Hook]
 
[Verse 3]
{Sycosis}

I'm sick sinister, imagine how I do you fella
Make his ass leave the city like Lou Penela/
I'm S-Y Cosis hope you know the name well
100 proof flow take a shot thats a brain cell/
And I'm a beast at this
 if I even get pissed then you cease to exist/
Hit em real hard from the body to the dome
Heater in the bag like a shotty with the chrome/
Anybody move and they might get blast
Better run now like right quick fast/
All I do is go in keys in the door
Bombs in the air like we in a war/

{THC}
We were ordained Kings bow they know who we be
Regal present passing blessings to people we see/
They capital H with the hate fuck em we keeping it G
Naughty by Nature who down with OPP/
OMG now the girls gone wild
They staring who cares cuz they like our style/
Guys in dark for a whistle thats foul
never seen me sweat so I need no towel/
an axlacs nigga can't hold my bowels
girls yell "A" like they bought that vowel/
Fuck tommorow I'm killin this shit right now

[Hook]

12. Up High

[Verse 1]

We early and the club already on 10
We was sippin in the parking lot before we walked in/
But since we walked in a bunch of smiles and some grins
Man that girl so thick I think her jeans had twins/
But what about her friends hope they all get a dance
if they get down on the floor I might have half a chance/
Might grab her by the hand, might pull her close to me
Might tell her who I am and this is where she supposed to be/
But what if she don't see and recognize that I'm a G
Get confused how I rap but still got me a degree/
What if she expect a bad boy from the streets
Who flash a lot of money with some diamonds in his teeth/
well baby that aint me but then again who am I
Except the coolest motherfucka in the country from the Chi/
And if you wanna ride I tell her we can go
Before the song end meet me by the door lets roll oh/

[Hook]
Put your hands up high
if you came dressed fly enough to land in the sky
We gonna live while we can
aint no plan if we die
You trippin cuz we sippin and your cup still dry
Hey Put your hands up high
if you came dressed fly enough to land in the sky
We gonna live while we can
aint no plan if we die
you trippin cuz we sippin and your cup still dry
Huh Uh Uh gone do it then
Uh Uh gone do it then
Uh Uh gone do it then
Music got you moving I can tell the type of mood you in
Uh Uh gone do it then
Uh Uh gone do it then
Uh Uh gone do it then
Music got you moving I can tell the  type of mood you in

[Verse 2]

Walked out the club stumbled to an Irish Pub
Sox hat on so they still show me love/
leaned on the bar I don't usually drink beer
But its 5 for a bucket so I'm on it since we here/
Pass it to my guy he sat it on the table
A girl walked by a diamond in her navel/
Maybe I should talk to her over here
since the music so loud I could whisper in here ear/
and that'll get us close hands on her waist
I could read how she feels see it stands on her face/
we rocking to the beat I make her move to the bass
but she stand back just enough for me to have to chase/
But what if she don't see and recognize that I'm a G
get confused how I rap but still got me a degree/
I guess I wont know til I find out and see
Trying to live my life, tonight on repeat/

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Uh end of the night
trying to hit like Mayweather end of the fight/
Its about to go down like the end of a flight
I'm skinny jeans tight with a pen when I write/
And since I know that I never hold back
Gotta say what you feel its either real or its whack/
And since its all real then its all good
I aint even gotta say it we got it understood wish you would/

[Hook]

13. Bad Thoughts ft. Stacey Marie

[Hook]

No Matter how dark it seems
I'm gonna find my way
The sun gonna shine somehow
through these clouds in my day
I try to focus on the good
Good don't always bring
Bring me out my head
Bad thoughts in my dreams

[Verse 1]

What do you call a nightmare
 that happens in the daytime
Breathing deep and praying hard
 to make sure that you stay fine/
and everyone you talk to
says be patientit will take time/
and life is like a movie scene
 you stuck in this is take 9/
them bills won't pay themeslves
plus them kids need food for health/
your moma tired of you crying help
now that pistol is on your belt/
and this your second third blunt
this aint what these niggas want/
give they ass all they can handle
extra ammo in the trunk/
you know who holding them packs
drive around and cirlce back/
now you outside of they building
parked in back and fade to black/
lights off trying to relax
with that banger on your lap/
fingers pulling down your mask
how smart is this don't even ask/
kick the door down chick chick blast
hit the wall and break the glass/
and this just your lucky day
this niggas in here getting ass/
point the banger then laugh
as she cover up her titties/
he pull a pistol from a pillow
tell yo ass you coming with me damn

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[Verse 2]

What do you call a nightmare
that happens in the day time/
shorty only 16
but God Damn it she stay fine/
you walk up on her say to her
random things and play to her/
she trust you as a friend
but under-hand you got a way to her/
you know her mom and pops
they nieghbors love you on the block/
playing hard and need to stop
them booty shorts and halter tops/
man this just a little girl
but its fucking with your thorough/
that you jaggin off to porn
thinking of her inside your world/
it aint like you can't get chics
but she fucking up your vision/
and you know what they do
to child molestors in that prison/
it aint like you gonna rape her
but hell naw you can't date her/
she probably still a virgin
she get pregnant you gonna take her/
to that clinic what your image
 gonna look like when this over
you'd destroy her whole future
want that burden on your shoulder/
but that went out the window
when she smiling coming at you/
you ask her for a hug and take a kiss
and now it got you damn/

[Hook]


[Verse 3]

What do you call a nightmare
That happens in the daytime/
Stressed again depressed again
Can't sleep and you stay crying/
running out of pain pills
loving how that pain feels/
when you take that razor to your wrist
and want that same thrill/
its something about that blood
    quickly spilling by the tub/
now you nauteuous throwing up
regained your senses what the fuck/
did I just do and you got older scars
so this aint just new/
and it remains your secret wont admit it
so its just you/
and going to a shrink means
you gotta face a fact/
and instead of facing that
you'd rather be found face flat/
on the floor even score
zero zero losers heros/
cuz they can't save you momma raised you
she knows what your fear holds/
its such a lonely life
you've been such a lonely wife/
tired of all your friend advice
to go to church and pray to Christ/
but what if he don't save you
forgets you like before/
took your last sleeping pill
as your daughter opens the door/

[Hook]

14. The Losing Side

[Hook]
Oh you either win or lose
when all is put away
the losing side I play
the losing side I play

[Verse 1]

Losing side get a crew to ride music suicide
to spit something sensible lyrics with a principle/
student of the game but made decisions like a principal
Sycosis of the brain if you a lame it wont make sense to you/
A little kid bumping Wu-Tang in my tape deck
My Busta Rhymes E.L.E. cd skipped I hate that/
immitating Twista trying to make my flow faster
From Canibus to Lloyd Banks punch lines mastered/
and now some of this Nas for some stories in my bars
Practiced at the talent shows crowds froze no applause/
What the fuck did I do wrong for them not feeling my songs
maybe these Jordan V's will help a couple chains real long/
now I'm back in that lab again begging for colabs again
brush in the mirror practiced lines like I'm Fab again/
niggas saw me small wanted to bully use the jab again
Fuck this rap music, saw a mic now I'm back again/

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

15 writing tracks swore I was the future
recording songs on Cakewalk through Marcos computer/
Fruity Loops he made the beat 16 bars I made the heat
Walked 3 miles to his house probably once a week/
Tried to be as good as Wade, tried to be as good as Vo
Tried to be as good as Mic but might not be even close/
that's what I used to tell myself when good wasn't good enough
I owe everytihng I am to that battle I lost to Plus/
Swear that shit changed me I was angry not the same me
Came back more fierce more serious thinking plainly/
these niggas gonna know my name
torch em when I spit a flame/
then me and Mic parted shit
damn near took me out the game/
10 years later we get Marcos out to Cali
waiting on a call that say you signed moved to the Valley/
then he came back reset start over from scratch
had a fight over a girl aint spoke to him since that /

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Everyday I want to spit everyday I want to quit
everyday I'm on my grind everyday I'm on my shit/
Everyday I say to myself they gonna hear you soon
Everyday I force myself to sleep early afternoon/
Can't take the fact that these niggas half as good
twice as famous and I'm nameless
 they don't know me in my hood/
They don't share all of my links
 they don't like all of my post/
but they qoute some broke nigga
 who claim he rich from selling dope/
see I must not get the joke I aint laughing so I'm spazzing
on anything I write I'm a riffle I'm a cannon/
I'm a weapon I will wet them like a plane crash landing
in that water its a slaughter
its a blowout when I show out/
I'm a killer I will kill them
so how come they dont' feel him/
probably cuz they feed us simple shit
like we children/
and how can I say we not
Tupac was a conscious rapper...til he got SHOT/

[Hook]