[Intro]
Hiphop from the tomb
Pump up the volume
[Verse 1 Mike Nation]
I'm feeling like I'm losing my mind
I'm a wiz in this game like M.J. in his prime
I'm off the grind with these rhymes I speak off
Two Glocks that's heaters I'm dope boy now re-up
The streets talking my dre beats is banging too
Thats why I don't listen they will point you out and hang you too
You a square if you out of the loop
But a square build an empire a dosage of truth
Now turn me up some I'm speaking to you
Forget a radio play these kids will do
And we asking for a**istance from Allah
But quick to curse his name and walk around with a shottah'
My brotha
You gotta change your way of life
We some hood n***as but we still in the cooperates eye
And I don't know why but we keep going
On and On on and on on and on
We sing this song and hope it moves it on
They try to bring it back i never noticed it was gone
Now lead em' on, a general cause in general
I wouldn't be the one to sing a song
So keep em' going
My momma told me i can be what i want
I'm trying to make sure is it this what i want
I mean i could start trapping and working them blocks
But who gonna visit me if a brother gets caught
Cause my moms told me she ain't seeing my block
And my pops said the same so I'm lost in a thought
So i either write these raps or write these letters
Based off of experience you know a brother knows better
So where George at cause they tend to forget
I can take four n***as with four heaters thats four men (foreman)
I'm too sick
I can flip a line into a dope hit
But they ain't messing with it
[Bridge]
They ain't messing with this (repeats)
[Verse 2 Mike Nation]
They always want more so i serve and supply
I can shake the whole block and have some service inside
I can shake the whole block and have some flavor inside
You know why, just ask and get the stainless to your eye
I always learned mind your own
Its best you do the same because when its said and done you gone
It dont matter who you know cause these n***as is ruthless
I seen a n***a gunned down over poker excuses
And they ask mike, why you rapping like you from the north
And im like its versatality' dyke
Im quick to cut a n***a off like the box of an ike
But still sweeter than mike
Now turn me up some I'm speaking to you
Forget a radio play these kids will do
And we asking for a**istance from Allah
But quick to curse his name and walk around with a shottah'
My brotha
You gotta change your way of life
We some hood n***as but we still in the cooperates eye
And I don't know why but we keep going
On and On on and on on and on