King T - Stay Down lyrics

Yo Sup Dedicated to my homie Lil' Terry Rest in peace Front Hood Crip That n***a DJ [Name] a/k/a Lex Diamond 151 Piru, knawmsayin? [ VERSE 1 ] Not long back when I had this cool friend who got paid And I'ma change the names to protect who's afraid Let's call him Butch, he was superior to crooks He ran the books and k**ed n***as for they looks But peep it, this n***a told me secrets bout life The struggles of the black and the luxuries of white The sh** was trife, my n***a's game was a**-tight And eh, really the only older n***a that I liked I took heed while this boss player took the lead As he explained why n***as was addicted to greed He looked tipsy, mashin in his black 850 "I hit a lick T, now all my n***as out to get me And this is us, you the only n***a I trust Cause when it's on, we the only n***as to bust" No diggity, I know how n***as be around town But when they talkin bout mashin on a homie, I gots to stay down [ Chorus ] God please shine your light cause my people are sightless And nothing's positive when you're far from righteous We're born in a world of negative and greed And every day for somethin dumb I watch a young black bleed Our kids that sell d**, was raised to be thugs Raised to love hate, raised to hate love And in the years to come I hope my people get hip Stop k**in off each other, let's get this grip [ VERSE 2 ] And everywhere we went, man, we was strapped like goodfellas With fresh Karl Kanis I floss Armani sweaters While Butch, he bragged about Colombian connections f**in with the Mexicans who dress like Texans A veteran, and although I seemed mesmerized I glanced and saw the look of fear in his eyes He taught me: "Sometimes you can't trust your own people They turn on ya, and all this sh**'s illegal I gave up dances, bullsh** type romances Dress the fanciest, takin penitentiary chances Now the baby gees wanna drop me to my knees Damn, n***as tryina stick me for my ki's Well good luck cause loc, I don't give a f** I put that on the set, I leave these young fools touched With hollow point slugs through your mug young clown You're speakin on dippin in my riches, you best to stay down" [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 3 ] And as years went by, my n***a kept his game in gear He moved to Atlanta, I pursued my career Sometimes I reminisce the ways we did dirt Cookin up chemicals, shippin out work He kept in touch, he said he bought a five on dubs "And when you get a chance n***a, come rock my club These hoes get tossed when I floss on my boat Don't sweat no hotels, I bought a crib by Too $hort It don't stop till the wheels break loose I heard they tripped out and k**ed my n***a Big Bruce It's all good, he's seein things much greater Them n***as involved laugh now, cry later" I know what's happenin, my n***a always spoke wise Some people gotta grind, get the loot and organize He closed the conversation, would I always be around? "You need somethin, hit me, God bless loc, stay down" [ Chorus ]