Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind - What's Really Good lyrics

"Can you play the beat a little higher?" [Rocky Raez] Yea, ok, yo, listen, check it, yo Heyo these streets hate me, but they made me a animal We little ghetto boys that was raised on the avenue We drug dealers, stick-up kids, and what have you In rap battles with the audience that clap at you My block crazy, I never seen a cab pa** through On bright sunny days you can see my black shadow Gats with barrels s**ed under the apparel And that's natural in a city with crack statutes Please believe it, gun shots some keep secrets You keep sleepin', get caught in ya Jeep preachin Always listen to an old man when he speakin' To learn how to keep police agreein' on the weekend Learn how to an*lyze a man when he creepin' Learn not to never burn a bridge when you leakin' That's street knowledge, write it down and speak about it Drug dealers use this rap the street outfit I leave doubters in the back and move outwards Watch for them n***as with Timbs and loose outfits Guns don't k** people, the bullets'll k** people And bullets leave holes in people you just see through It's all mathematics it's what the streets equal These streets equal, city n***as with Desert Eagles They won't hesitate to drive-by in tinted regals And that's how it is in my life, that's how it is (Yea, it's Rocky Raez y'all, the Ghostwriters) [Hook - 2x] Heyo, what's really good? (We over) 'Cuz I got it on lock (In my hood) We hustle what we could (In yo' block) You n***as ain't stop (In my block) [Vinnie Paz] (talking during chorus) I got the sound right reasoning of Malachi York Only speak to me if I allow you to talk Cuz y'all ain't never learn that you crawl before walk My four-pound layin' you down like Black Hawk The gat's smart, intelligent born vicious Military thug who follow Allah wishes That's why I don't eat pork, it cause sickness And that's why literal cats is like b**hes And y'all be more hard pressed to stop me And fiends dummin' out on the block, it's rock free So f** peace, cousin bring me to war So I can have blood on my hands with C-4 I need more, need weed and need cash Or I'mma shoot three at ya team like Steve Nash You bleed fast, 'cuz that's jus how it go down That's how Vinnie Pazienza always holdin the crown I'm holdin' it down, with five nickel nine biscuits I live my life for Allah, defy Christmas But y'all always in Jedi Mind business Now your body parts are buried in five ditches (It's f**in' Vinnie Paz baby) [Hook - 2x] (Vinnie Paz talking in background)