Joell Ortiz - s**a MC's lyrics

[Intro: Dj Drama] Sometimes you gotta wonder Maybe it's the competitive nature of the game The story k**s them [Verse 1: Freeway] This is the way the story goes, when you in it for the dough And you swinging for the fence, close friends'll turn to foes Act just like hoes, want you to get the dinner for 'em n***as trying to slow; walk me but I been up on 'em Partly cause part of me got love for 'em But a part of me got a slug for 'em It's hard for me, he was there from the start of me Shared gear. See, part of me still cares But part of me feels, he 'bout to come to my house to slaughter me Wait 'til I hit the balcony, then Dr. Martin me This heart full of larceny, they think I'm the dollar tree Since I'm the n***a with the weight and they ain't They're like P90X trying to make me lose calories State Prop chain-gang maintain salary Freezer sends his goons through hourly, devouring It's just the Philly in me Word to Joey crack, jealous ones envy, s**a MC's f** haters, get cheese [Hook x2] I can see my friends Turn green with envy (Jealous ones envy, s**a MC's f** haters, get cheese) [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] I said, with friends like these, who needs enemies Inside this evil industry, where the green breeds greed, envy, and schemes And schemes Of B & E's and dreams of seeing me up under guillotines But the desert eagle I'm bringing with me can be its wings It's supposed to be about respect Your boys will watch you spend some of your dough and then they'll count the rest and bounce before you can bounce a check He not jealous, he just wants you to split whatever you get with him And all that he sees is all that you bought and it sticks with him The snake in the gra** from the garden of Eden, it bit him The first recorded sin, for 4 to 10 to 25 to life I can quote stories of lead from the top of my head like I don't write Drunk and high on life, I learned to back up my own hype When I had to steal back my own bike, pastor's on me like "pa** the collection plates" of white on rice God fearing, my only flaw's my giving heart It's not conducive to being frugal and living smart Maybe I'll die dumb Leaving behind a beautiful corpse known for my hand on my balls like Cy Young Eyes numb from constantly staying open And constantly being haunted by promises they broken We supposed to get money [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Crooked I] The bottom of a vodka bottle describes my drink behavior You're far from biblical scriptures if you're thinking a drink can save ya What happens when your semen donor leaves the streets to raise ya? You raise your heat, ready to go HAM like Lincoln Abra Ay bruh, I know this stripper Who was talking to this n***a, who was talking while he tipped her Bout the pitches and zippers he be flipping to get them chippers He told her about his stash, slip of the the tongue off the liquor Yeah I used to dick her, now I call her my play sister Yeah, we can trust her, we can bust in on that buster while he's with her With a ski mask, gloves and snubs doin it like a crook should Slapped a b**h up a couple of times to make it look good He said, "Damn, Crooked, you're frozen cold" When I'm broke, these are the types of thoughts that overload my dome When I'm alone I done dirt that I never ever even told a soul But my soul knows Ortiz, I need to slow my role [Verse 4: Joell Ortiz] You little s**ers, muh'f**er I put a verse frm everyone a you dud busters in Fuddruckers Got swinging but going nowhere; mud putters Walking 'round all sour you little bud puffers I'm done dudda, shottas, papa I let the gun stutter, clap at booty, n***as, I gun bu*t ya One mother, no father, no sisters no brother Couple cousins, why bother, I'm one of one plus, uh Who gives a f** about the next man, my jet land Your face all blue, orange you're mad like a Mets fan I'm Brooklyn, like the Atlantic Ave. Nets and I run with wildcats like the next season's Jets plans Feel the fire like Rex-man You make one half of Smif & Wessun sign to Russell, man you're tech jam Kuz its rusty ain't been popped in forever My Glock sever your top. Better not diddy-bop through my block in your lever p**y [Hook]