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212 Recording - Words lyrics

Uh I know I'm on mother f**er [Verse 1] Yeah, Let me stir up the pot Turn this here, into straight crack rock Boy you gotta be hot, or this sh** gon' stay Won't boil to the top ok you gotta be stopped Cause he spittin that dope sh** Oh what you mean coke sh**? Nah I mean suicide, hang from the rope sh** Talk alot of bullsh** but you don't know sh** Something is wrong, really is wrong We reading qurans, reading the bible Think its all oh so vital Like you gotta be our idols Then we stand idle We don't make know moves But we still make rivals And we so spiteful Still got tools,yea we still got rifles And they got bigger Go figure, got everybody hands on the trigger You can say cracker but I can't say n***a So we get in conflict when we both Sip liquor And I don't understand what conflict is... Cause these are words and words ain't sh** But some thoughts from your head That's into my ear we k**ing people from over ideas [Hook] Boy these are just words These are just words (x4) [Verse 2] Let me stir up the pot Turn this here into straight crack rock Boy you gotta be hot, or this sh** won't sell Is you planning to flop, then you gotta be stopped Cause he spitting the foods Every k**er gotta have a tool Man f** a life lesson you ain't never go to school And you dropped out early cause you said it wasn't cool And these fools in college But they got no degree, got no diploma And I smoke trees, way too much trees, yea they call me a stoner And I got police smelling my aroma Ain't nobody know me, said I was a loner And my ex-girlfriend called me a bo*er Or maybe it was a dick Truthfully I ain't even hear that b**h I was too busy in the backseat Had these hoes running through my head like a track meet Why I call them hoes? sh** cause I'm Caskey And I feel like any other woman I meet hara** me The good ones pa** me So no I ain't a nice guy Told a lie told me nice try So I had way too much ambition for these white guys Some will call them presidents I just call them white prime All my own evidence, everybody wanna stay relevant Always gotta f**, nobody remain celibate All about who white, who black, who was heaven sent Who the devil advocate, well who the f** intelligent Cause all I see is dumb a** ho sh** They say we all sinners, I say no sh** My momma been broke since like 06 But some name brand sh** what Ima go get And I don't understand what the name brand is Cause these are words and words ain't sh** But some thoughts from your head That's into my ear we judging people over ideas [Hook] [Verse 3] Let me stir up the pot Turn this here, from conversation into confrontation The devil got some temptation The sins hate us, sincere, in satan, the unsold should And the so called racists, the basis The crackhouse, the black gals, the black guys The tapouts, the white cops, the white lies, the nice stop They all tie us to one plot, one eyes, one Glock Small fire, I get one shot, and I take that like tic pop Everybody get dropped or get got When you caught from a Ziplock when I'm outside at a pit stop Cause I got eyes in the back of my head And we keeping that lead on us like a wrist watch Cause these are violent words I seen a lot of motherf**ers who can find them words a lot worse It's something we can not explain and wonder why we never want them saying I wonder why it's never ever subject to change Even if I explain exactly what's on my mind they see the slang And the never really see what's on my mind and where we at in this point and time Why I be pointing nines And I don't understand what the whole thing is Cause these are words and words ain't sh** But some thoughts from your head That's into my ear we doing this over ideas [Hook]