RA Scion - BEG lyrics

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RA Scion - BEG lyrics

[Verse 1: RA Scion] Rock bottom hollerin' It starts with the tummy growlin' Criminal minded and becoming violent We went from “peace, god” to these guys? (Ok) Congratulations on that peace prize (Rock, Rock) My pops dropped a nine in the mail What kind of fool say “a cooler head prevails” Hammer co*k; struck the head on the nail – take a second to pray Now which of us is puttin' bread on the table Salt shaker lost flavor; boss player lost touch We been chasin' the same dollar that Zhigge tossed up Cut the monster, confident she gon' bleed out quick With the flood of blood in the street it's hard to feed our kids Really how brilly CPR is, when every dog in the pit's without a heart Make the music with your mouth; make the money out in Bismarck Uh, one-two – three .45's at your back, what you wanna do? [Bridge] Wah Da Da Da Wah Da Da Da Da Dang Listen To that XD Go! Go! C'mon... [Hook] I toss and turn like kneadin' this dough Broken oven got me hungrier than ever, trynna piece it together We not eatin… b**h, that's why the f** I stay trippin' (Lord, this all we've ever known) We are really bad at resolvin' conflict Brothers in arms with them Bronsons, bruh We not eatin… b**h, that's why the f** I stay trippin [Verse Two] Given the state of affairs here I would suggest you exercise preparedness My people are fearful of terrorists But terraces is where they is Assa**inatin' King's – My god, it's getting serious Superiors will swear it's just an error; there is Room for all who choose to crawl along the longest line at the mall And they ain't never seen a shine so full Howlin' wolf, moon dogs tipped me off to the law… Checkin' in with these inmates Demonstrates the lack of level development “edumacation” plays Please, I ain't pokin' no fun – been on some Hari raps Lame f**ers, game-huntin ducks with Atari gats Target practice, accuracy off the charts Master marksman with a shot to polish off a taller bottle of this (sheeit) Off the charts Master marksman take a shot to polish off the bottle [Hook] I toss and turn like kneadin' this dough Broken oven got me hungrier than ever, trynna piece it together We not eatin… b**h, that's why the f** I stay trippin' (Lord, this all we've ever known) We are really bad at resolvin' conflict Brothers in arms with these Bronsons, bruh We not eatin… b**h, that's why the f** I stay trippin [Bridge] Wah Da Da Da Wah Da Da Da Dang Listen to that (Listen to That) Go! Go! Go! [Verse Three] They sayin' “make money money, make money,” what money? Blood money on the Red Cross, all that flood money Earthquake money money, quake money comin' late money Maybe Drake could front the money, unless he fake… money G5 plane money; G8 Federal Reserve – absurd money 20 billion the clean-up of the spill, money What that say about the waste? Obvious. Lobbyists. Hill money Sk**ed money builds money Viaduct City money; f** Dirty Diddy Money Jay money, Kanye and Cudi money – call that G.O.O.D. money Tax money funneled through The D, not a dollar reached the hood, money Maybe Shady share Recovery money And rehabilitate the love-sick – drug money Pull the plug and let the trickle-down drown us, money We hungry, this sh** is getting ugly (uggh) Chorus: I toss and turn like kneadin' this dough Broken oven got me hungrier than ever, trynna piece it together We not eatin b**h, that's why the f** I stay trippin' (Lord, this all we've ever known) We are really bad at resolvin' conflict Brothers in arms with these Bronsons, bruh We not eatin… b**h, that's why the f** I stay trippin