T-K.A.S.H. - Write What I See lyrics

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T-K.A.S.H. - Write What I See lyrics

[Produced by T-K.A.S.H.] [Verse 1] I got a letter from the president Reminding me to remind a fiend to smoke it instead of inhaling it And call them back right before I start selling it So he can show me where the money and the weapons is The spotlight was all mine but the rest is his He told me to arrest his sh** if I was steppin' in And I'm best to win in this game 'cause he ain't playin' When it comes to getting back the money he invested in I want them back like, "What if I get arrested, then?" How they supposed to know exactly who I'm messin' with? You swear they already do, but if this cool Won't you tell me what the charge's gon' be, and what the sentence is And since some bulletproof vest won't see us, b**h f** your stock in Iraq, I'm on the block with the blacks Matter of fact, take this muhf**ing crack sh** back I'm sticking with this rap sh** 'til this rap sh** crack, like that [Hook] The president a point a rifle at me Label me a terrorist but I just write what I see The power and privilege of motherf**ers lighter than me Why they livin' like a king? I strive in the streets, listen The president a point a rifle at me Label me a terrorist but I just write what I see The power and privilege of motherf**ers lighter than me Why they livin' like a king? I strive in the streets And that's real [Verse 2] My young potna said I blast if I have to I swear to God, T-K.A.S.H., I won't let you draft you He pa**ed the brew and I pa**ed it to The trash can and laughed like, "Lil' n***a, they gon' draft you" To half of you fools ain't pa**in' the school You are 18, you at home, and half-a**ed too Plus your love's out, search his half-a**, too f** you thinking about the a** you n***a, you 'bout to have to, n***a 'Cause in a minute they gon' snatch you n***as from off the street And on the bus, and strap you down to your seat Put the Beringer in you to shock when you speak Put the Beringer in, control your thoughts when you speak I ain't tryin' to spook, to fright, or scare you n***as I'm only tryin' to get you n***as prepared I know you look up out to Iraq on TV and don't care But be aware, what's gonna happen here is already goin' on over there [Hook] The president a point a rifle at me Label me a terrorist but I just write what I see The power and privilege of motherf**ers lighter than me Why they livin' like a king? I strive in the streets, listen The president a point a rifle at me Label me a terrorist but I just write what I see The power and privilege of motherf**ers lighter than me Why they livin' like a king? I strive in the streets And that's real [Verse 3] And you can ask anyone of these n***as They will tell you the people that's frontin' these n***as The same people that'll put people in jail will hook you on yayo Dependin' if you took it in bail or cooked it and sell I was raised up speakin' Old English Can Cobra Commander, genuine drafter More commonly spoken by the gangstas and the pimps, y'all Derived from the St. Ides' tribe event hall These mothaf**as finna privatize pens, y'all Redefine slavery, legalized again, y'all Meanwhile, my n***as is senile Seein' how n***as be on file and still wants to be drafted It's real close, I'm into this sh** It's not college, I'm givin' knowledge to n***as really livin' and sh** Why you interested in pimpin' a b**h? Big Bush is makin' b**hes to pimps, so pimp him [Hook] The president a point a rifle at me Label me a terrorist but I just write what I see The power and privilege of motherf**ers lighter than me Why they livin' like a king? I strive in the streets, listen The president a point a rifle at me Label me a terrorist but I just write what I see The power and privilege of motherf**ers lighter than me Why they livin' like a king? I strive in the streets And that's real