Free Murda - So Much 2 Say lyrics

[Hook: Allah Real] It's time for a n***a to stand up, stand up Time for you, to man up It's time for a n***a to stand up, stand up Brooklyn Zu, man up [Intro: Shorty sh**stain] Yeah... word up... Word up... yeah... yo... yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Shorty sh**stain] I keep my eyes open, and my ear to the street I guess they ain't know it was me I come straight from the bottom of the barrel n***as won't change my channel, I love my piano I love my piano, I travel through state to state Me and my platinum tongue, n***as y'all can't hold no weight Where they get them rhymes from, where they get them style from I'mma shine like a Tommy gun And I'mma shine for my n***as in the pen My n***as that's not coming home, never never never ever again And I'mma shine for my n***as on the street My n***as that be hustling, trying to make ends meet I was born in Brooklyn, raised by the Bronx The Bronx n***as show me how to stomp the slum I used to travel back and forth on the 4 train wit my birth 38 But a sk** will bust you, man All money's not good money, and n***as act funny When they get a little bit of money I said, all money's not good money, and n***as act funny When they get a little bit of money [Chorus: LaFonda] We looking for a better way, got so many things to say Thank God for another day, oh yeah We do it for the money, but we do it for the block Put your hands in the air, if you love hip hop We looking for a better way, got so many things to say Thank God for another day, oh yeah We do it for the money, but we do it for the block Put your hands in the air, Brooklyn Zu don't stop [Verse 2: Free Murda] Beretta tested gun, be the first, aye, bore You better Jetson, like your first name George Duke wanna catch one, watch the herse wait for him Now you'se a dead man, no more birthdays for him This beat got me on my dumb luck, forty cal's on my waist Always keep one tucked, shorty's wild in the place Bout to get son touched, want it, blaow in your face Now that a** f**ed up, f** they gon' tell me Bring back my n***a Velli or my n***a Jeff Row Bust one in your skelly, plus one in your belly Let a shot go for E.J., this my n***a P.J Why she had to leave me, uzi keep that tizzy Blizzard always keep it gritty, damn a n***a Hit me tight like a pair of liggys Dare a n***a hit me, like I'm dead, I'm gon' miss me I'm something like the bear, Murda, always on his grizzly [Verse 3: Willy Gleamz] Yo, no more games, the streets want the prophet The streets want the logic, wit the heat of a rocket The beats only knocking like an 808, can't stop the fade away The handle just a sample how I play the game n***as is acting like William Shatner Talking in they shirts like Spock, where's my backup? Hurry up and get me, 'fore these n***as have me clapped up A storm captive, where you gotta scoop me wit a spatula New York swagger jagger, ice on the gear ship Goons wit the dagger, grab the knife, you won't tear sh** Ox real quiet, but the SK boom You'll meet Alice scrambling when you reach that moon Subsequently I'm a genius, my thesis parallel to the great Minds of time, run it by yours, paraplegic Gleamz wrote the manual, I guess how I'm eating These muthaf**as wit flows, makes me a cannibal [Chorus: LaFonda] We looking for a better way, got so many things to say Thank God for another day, oh yeah We do it for the money, but we do it for the block Put your hands in the air, if you love hip hop We looking for a better way, got so many things to say Thank God for another day, oh yeah We do it for the money, but we do it for the block Put your hands in the air, Brooklyn Zu don't stop [Verse 4: 60 Second Assa**in] The black kiss of d**h, tongue, flips the fury, blind drips the jury Egypt, my mind raised from out the attic, Asia iced out With mad flavors, onyx, rubies, voices that sound supersonic waves, this is a flurry Visions are blurry, welcome to terror dome, I be head all Hell on the throne, find you through a chip in your poem Link in your bones, certain stolen cosmos from underground zones Fake pharaohs posing, but yet, my road is narrow Hot as Sahara, cross the hot Arabian, I vision Satan Versus Asian men, triangiling within the square Of Abraham, challenging man made men Rappers see you acting, or whoever claim they climb the ladder When your mind don't see over the matter, see me in mediation In green pastures, a perfect master, sir Excellent in his chapter, rapture I watch you catch falls like Niagara [Chorus: LaFonda] We looking for a better way, got so many things to say Thank God for another day, oh yeah We do it for the money, but we do it for the block Put your hands in the air, if you love hip hop We looking for a better way, got so many things to say Thank God for another day, oh yeah We do it for the money, but we do it for the block Put your hands in the air, Brooklyn Zu don't stop [Interlude: Popa Wu] Yeah, ladies and gentleman, this is another one for ya'll Another Zu banger, zoology in your mind I'mma give you all the j**els of life Wit knowledge, wisdom, understanding Culture, freedom, power, refinement Equality, God, build or destroy bond And I want everybody to be peace in they cipher Remember, if you don't know where you came from You're not gonna make it where you going, Zu, we out [Hook: Allah Real] It's time for a n***a to stand up, stand up Time for you, to man up It's time for a n***a to stand up, stand up Brooklyn Zu, man up [Chorus: LaFonda] We looking for a better way, got so many things to say Thank God for another day, oh yeah We do it for the money, but we do it for the block Put your hands in the air, if you love hip hop We looking for a better way, got so many things to say Thank God for another day, oh yeah We do it for the money, but we do it for the block Put your hands in the air, Brooklyn Zu don't stop