Masta Ace - Every Other Day lyrics

Yo, check this one here - murafaya! If you want to be a winner The streets, they cold, everybody turn sinner So you can feel the heat, so you I bet her you gon' simmer ‘Cause everybody rep in their lunch and dinner Hey! Hey! They say, Every other day me see the signs of the times No motherf**er, you'll never take mines Every other day me see the fake-a** lies Mull it all day, red eyes on the prize Welcome everybody to the rap crucifixion Every other day it's like a brand new conviction Another n***a down ‘cause he just didn't listen With the same mission, try'na get out this position Listen, it doesn't matter if you m**m or Christian Everybody need a little food in the kitchen Hindus and Jews, they all feel the tension And any other race or religion I didn't mention, check it You hit the streets try'na earn a little cheddar Hoping that the cheddar make your life a little better Walking through the hood in a hundred dollar sweater Looking at these cats that you're trying to stay ahead-a, ooh See, what you facing is a wild situation The hardest thing to do is try to be a little patient Life's like a track, and, everybody racing You about to get caught by the same sh** you chasing, come on If you want to be a winner The streets, they cold, everybody turn sinner So you can feel the heat, so you I bet her you gon' simmer ‘Cause everybody rep in their lunch and dinner Watch this! They say, Every other day me see the signs of the times No motherf**er, you'll never take mines Every other day we see the fake-a** lies Mull it all day, red eyes on the prize I hope one day it might be a little clearer You wanna find the trouble? Take a look in the mirror Mom's tried to tell you, but you just didn't hear her Now every other day it's like the end's getting nearer, uh Up in the clubs like I'm feelin' the terror Every rapper fighting for a hit like Guerrera So recognize we livin' in a new rap era The money, cash, hoes; the Guantanam-era Ain't nothing changed, Everybody still want the Benz and the Range Everybody still want the gems and the chains Everybody got a few friends in the game, and they still act strange The only thing different is the color of the tint The only thing different is the size of the rims Now we got Foxy Browns and Little Kims But they still fight, like Antoinette and MC Lyte, come on If you want to be a winner The streets, they cold, everybody turn sinner So you can feel the heat, so you I bet her you gon' simmer ‘Cause everybody rep in their lunch and dinner Watch it! Check it! Every other day we see the signs of the times No motherf**er, you'll never take mines Every other day we see the fake-a** lies Mull it all day, red eyes on the prize Every other day we see the signs of the times No motherf**er, you'll never take mines Every other day we see the fake-a** lies We mull it all day, red eyes on the prize Eyes, on the prize Red eyes on the prize.. On the prize.. If you're out on the block, just turn up the music You're playing ball in the park, you can turn up the music If you're out on a bench, you can turn up the music If you sitting in your living room, turn up the music If you can't pay your rent, you can turn up the music If you're slingin' on the Ave, kid, turn up the music If you're tryna feed your family, turn up the music Every other day, you can turn up the music Yo, vitano hold me, I'm then gonna work this out --- -- -- - Woke up by my lyrics 'cause I be round the round Original style, versatile, I throw down Them sculpted by talent like they're dirty like their souls You bite one of my lines, I put sedatives in your mouth Involve my done pretender, the d**h been harshly No mercy, sing Mr. Lee Gee Don't tell me I can't do this or can't do that Sing of my melodies and chant of my gat I'm loaded and I will span-co*k For ja lit tracks, that ya drop You cannot run away from what's got to be And apply, Yo, well a dope emcee is a hot emcee Mr. Lee Gee Monalibi Khali, yo Every other day we see the signs of the times No motherf**er, you'll never take mines Every other day we see the fake-a** lies We mull it all day, red eyes on the prize Every other day we see the signs of the times..