Текст песни Tha Alkaholiks f Loot Pack, Snaggle Puss - No Hand Out
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Verse One: Mad Lib, XzibitYo, look at the way you reactinI ain`t on the microphone actin tough-actin like TinactinMadden, dreamin like baddened AladdinFamilies they get saddened, sisters no horror be cabbin stabbinJammin like Isley when I beFloatin rhymes like a butterfly, stingin em like a beeIBM`s is not computersIntelligent Black Men radio polluters and riot looters if anyPlenty of patience perseverance, persistanceAnd I don`t need a county check for government assistanceBuild the knowledge without college abolish like aparthiedRip like a riptide, when I arriveMillion Man March, Washington D, C me when I get therePioneer millionair thoughts we all shareIn Los Angeles, niggaz stopped tryin to make peace a long time agoSo it ain`t no shock, to hear gunshots, on your blockor maybe even mine on occasionRegardless of your town, niggaz still tore down and blastSo Xzybit ask what`s worseTo getting rushed by the cops or put your piece down first, you`re stuckSee either way we`ve been set up to failThrow that nigga in jail if he ain`t tryin to see Yale or Harvardor Howard, and I reguse to be a cowardOr forced to live off some five twenty-five an hour bullshitXzybit carry on like my brothers didHandguns and girls hell in hands on and other shitChorus: repeat 2XI don`t need nobody, to give me a damn thingJust open up the door, and I get it myselfVerse Two: Snaggle PussAiyyo the cream of the land has arrivedI got with four hundred lashes and still survivedTo this very day, the grafted never let upSo I got a million brothers, and we all fed upWith corruption, that`s why we on this missionTo bring equality into the justice systemAt any cost, I`m down for what it takesNow cause when the rioting starts it`s too lateSo let em drown in my ancestor`s blood sweat and tearsThey fear, knowledge cause it cuts like a spearAnd yeah, we comin like bats out of hellCause that`s what it`s like in the ghettoes we dwellNo laughs, you might be the next in the bloodbathSo compare what you got, to what you sposed to haveThe end result is we all gettin cheatedSnaggle Puss, etched in stone, so you can read itChorusVerse Three: J-Ro, TashTo all my black folk here`s some liquid lettered soapI`m down for the upstroke, I`m tired of bein brokeI feel like I`m in the gutter, word to the mudderBruddah, I gotta introduce my ends to each otherThe facts about black is, nobody relaxesAnd those with stacks is like, fuck payin taxesI drink the cheap wine cause I not be got`en yapesThunderbird and Nighttrain made from the rotten grapesDance boy, sing boy, run boy, rapWe`d all be rich if it was boy bust a capI gotta watch my back cause sometimes we do stupid shitI can`t even afford a gun to go and shoot you withI spit on the graves of those who held my people as slavesI catch your children slippin on the wavesI gotta stay strong, even though the stress is stickin meI try to get a job but Mickey D ain`t even pickin meWhile simultaneous I`m bustin with my niggaz just for practiceCause I see it in my sight to clock a million after taxesAnd I know I`m bout to have it cause I know I deserveCause I could get you with the bullets but I stick you with wordsThat`ll slit you at the seams my shit is Wilder than JeanTash`ll eat you like a bowl of fuckin Product 19Cause Vitamins and C give me wind to do you inSo y`all niggaz got from now until I count backwards from tenSo scram, cause before you get a chance to say (Daaam!)I`ll be on you like the neighborhood watch programCause I`m tryin to make the slams that`ll bust your Cerwin-VegasCause niggaz think life is smokin blunts and playin SegaBut not I, I make it so you can`t fuck with thisCause I want a new car, plus a pound just to twistSo get up and get out, get a pen write a verse niggaDo what you gotta do, but yo motherfuck the firstChorus