Goodfella - Ghetto n***a Will lyrics

[Verse I] You get the best of my obsessive turned depressive stories When marijuana burns blessing all my senses for me Pour three cups of Henny, speak on plenty worry Miami struggle daily tell the reaper come and test me A rider loves a challenge I vibe along and damage Over writer's block established to oppress the ghetto savage The world ain't f**ing ready to burn in the rage I'm flaring f** sleep, a n***a still dream of peaceful prairies I'm f**ing legendary, surpa** the legends, dare me? Commitment's scary so the game'll be the only b**h I'd ever marry You hear me? Sometimes I'd like to let my tears free But could never let my peers see That mere sheep inside a sinful wolf Rocking Tim boots, fear me! When you see me the ICU is where you'll be, G My Achilles heel? Even the reaper couldn't k** me Demons screaming “Leave cause your sk**'s meek” I disregard it b**hes! Still recall this dipsh** broken hearted tripping On retard f**ing kid sh**, still feel a part is missing Oh I forgot to mention He must be God in this world to prohibit me from his girl Like omelet on the sk**et I had this n***a flipping! Never meant to take his riches, not the one to snatch his treasure No intentions to offend ya, only one that probably gets ya! But she was in love with me before you even met her! [Hook] Midnight dreams, cringe at midnight screams Mid-life scheme, syringe to real rhyme fiends It's considered my art nothing less than that Rip my spirit apart, leave my rhythm intact Without a liver or heart, will my words impact? In fact, the fear of d**h, you'd laugh at the façade When you shimmy with the devil, freestyle with the gods Pac, B-I, ODB I'll see ya when I die [Verse II: Viviani] They say a man is measured by the b**hes he has pleasured I doubt it since society's vision of men is clouded Countless dudes empowered For throwing n***as over counters in bars The real scars are throwing tyrants out of power In hours of revolution, so f** you cowards! In the midst of your confusion I refuse to lose like I refuse to lose him! Much love to my best friend Slim Stop f**ing with that coke sh**, man! I hope you get to hold your son, Hash you growing up? Irwing I know it's tough but get your master's b**h And after this lets roll a blunt in California Told ya if I played this, in the right hands if I could lay this I just might stand as the greatest nothing left to say it's Up to Hip-Hop to debate whether or not I made it But that's all beside the point All I ask is light a joint Sip some wine and rejoice when it comes time That these rhymes and records become my voice Throw a party when I'm gone! a funeral's too depressing Throw champagne on hoes undressing! Desmoche on the table! Have n***as rip the plastic Off my cla**ic before they can afford to pay cable I give them stories they can play through Don't mourn my d**h, Homie Smoke a pound of Cess for me! Mix my ashes with the chronic Bump to Asher or the Chronic! Never let me be forgotten even if my corpse is rotten Trip when I spit on how sick your n***a's gotten! [Hook] Midnight dreams, cringe at midnight screams Mid-life scheme, syringe to real rhyme fiends It's considered my art nothing less than that Rip my spirit apart, leave my rhythm intact Without a liver or heart, will my words impact? In fact, the fear of d**h, you'd laugh at the façade When you shimmy with the devil, freestyle with the gods Pac, B-I, ODB I'll see ya when I die [Verse III: Viviani] Just give me the mic Cuz I can crush a line too quick when I'm busting mine And n***a's need Q-Tips when I bust a rhyme Cause I'm the abstract and the dragon, pardon for my bragging I'm boasting, but there's always truth in what a n***a joking The system screwed and broken and I grew up on the broke end Where n***as scared of the truth cause it's seldom spoken Let the beat drop, tell my mother I love her f** the showbiz rather reconcile let the beef stop Let life take it's toll, let my man take control Of the wheel as I feel proper from distilled vodka Life doesn't stop have no time for these stop lights Stop signs, crash see the cop lights! [Outro (Verse IV) : Viviani] My life's umm.. tumbling, now my stomach grumbles and growls If these rapper are receivers, strip the mics from these divas The court is in order now, not too judge you boiii Just trying to blow like Coyote Wile My mind's behind bars but the corner's back Who'd ever think I'd want the goons and the quarter's back Y'all blind but I'm the truth, I'm the braille you're going to feel Will I live long I don't know but live long through my songs A ghetto n***a will, A ghetto n***a will Will I live long I don't know but live long through my songs A ghetto n***a will, A ghetto n***a will A ghetto n***a will!