Ramson Badbonez - May - Just Da Way It Iz lyrics

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Ramson Badbonez - May - Just Da Way It Iz lyrics

And this is why I love the month may The untamed will chase cash to make stacks Monday to sunday the same track And somehow, someway Officers find reasons to line us up Like blind mindless ducks hooked in iron cuffs Zoning off to illmatic like it's real graphic They carry gutting knives, dusty pipes and steel ratchets And it's the perfect time for payback To clean him out like ajax Raise the 12-gauge and made him lay flat All colours of brothers k**ing brothers Worried mothers stressing to d**h Left to raise grown men with no a**istance All I know is resistance Yet most of us will go the distance Racking up a list of known convictions This is a year in the life of oscar the slouch The grumpy grouch keeping up nightwatch Bare punk in the sole of my air dunks Split a meal for one into two and share blunts Getting hotboxed in Cotching in the kitchen with the big long bong Until the filth dropped in Cut the spliff and keep the cherry lit No canoeing or any rips Pebs and henrys for big belly chicks Loads of different kitties roped into the smoke then With grotesque girlfriends still toking after the roach ends Hopeless teen, dagger poking out my coat sleeve Destined to be the casualty of my own greed Stolen goods and a four-four stored in a sock drawer Moody crooks and villains that cotch on the top floor of towerblocks One-track mind-mentals Listening to goodfellas and cellar dwellers Power bikes and rentals They never tell us that it's hard to earn Banging Gang Starr Street smarts ain't that hard to learn The three-quarter length shorts, the sun visors The fake bouncers outside the clubs, the drunk drivers The guy who got shivved with 72 ounces The questionings, police cells, prisons and courthouses Half of them are crooked and corrupted Like the fully nasty yardies that smuggle garlic on their bullets Pa** the dutchy with the bumpy knuckles D.I.T.C. remixes in this mean district seeing three sixes So f** a popularity contest You'll wind up dead in them flats or catching a long stretch