Goodfella - TenNSixx lyrics

[Intro: GoodFella (Sample)] (All I want to say is that, They Don't Really Care About Us) All I wanna say is that no one is going to give a f** about us, no one's going to give a f** about you, but you.. Alright? [Verse I] With our blunted days cured our drunken nights Through broken mics, you listened ‘fore my records saw the light Often blazed, as you pictured life so amazed “Hey! Maybe I can rhyme” And in those days I saw a protégé Someone I'd coach to play the game With the words to slay the greats Like Jay back in his Hay! Nine seis “Reasonable Doubt” Without a reason to doubt I knew my criminal clout Influenced you in your ways you were coming of age A brother from another mother but your brother would say How familiar we look, formed a familia that shook And never overlooked the bets that we took In five years, I don't roll through in a coupe Coupled with fame from the game slaying these troops Then I'll place half a grand in your hands But understand My true plan's to get you out this devilish land Enhance your future, eradicate plans to shoot ya! Cause you know very well how trifling this life is In TenNSixx, the violence throws you in cell Or your last breath's took Fortify your grapefruit with numerous books Stay far from .45's shooting hoops in prison yards Feed your hunger for money Quench your thirst for knowledge Hash, #TheyDntReallyCare about us Ten-N-Sixx I promise Where's your brother though? [Verse 2] On the brightest days and the darkest nights “You going to spark it right?” Blew the silence's brain With the sharpest minds in my apartment blazed Divided names, who was the greatest I said Nas, and you said Jay! (Album Noir!) Bang! Bang! Shot dead every going mad! “Even if you love rap when you harness crimes Your entire life through tyrant ways Why waste an artist mind to enlight the dense? Make sure the b**hes bump it Sho 'nuff! Real n***as'll love it! So wa**up, spark up a dub sack! I got you the next time I spot you!” f** that [Bridge] (I'm tired of being a victim of hate) Tired of being a victim? We don't give a f** about ourselves I knew you as a youngster At fourteen, both mean, plot schemes Copped green for our sought dreams You changed, man! It was not me! Complacent? Knock me! I beat the odds – Rocky! (Yo, Adrian!) [Verse III] The problems of unemployment spread to education Now even d**h can't even save you from Sallie Mays amputations And the better days I sought in May Like the girl I was too shy to tell my name Man, I never saw again It's masturbation, the way she sticks your hand down your drawers Grips your balls for financial obligations I bet y'all working full time through ya scholarship Or t**ng on the pole for them f**ing dollar tips Baby girl! It's all for you doctorate Middle finger to the world cause you got this sh**! [Outro] You know I do really hate to say it The government don't wanna see But if Roosevelt was livin' He wouldn't let this be, no, no All I want to say is that: They Don't Really Care About Us