[Intro: TaRaach, (Elzhi)]
("No motivation, no words for these cats...")
That's what you want me to say?
(I mean, just... just...) Freelance it (Yeah, just freelance and do yo' spice)
Well, my thing is...
I heard the tape
And I think cats need to be put up on some ole motivational type rhyming
Because, these days... these da-ay-aze... we all need peace of mind (Word)
Let these cats know what's up, eL...
[Chorus: Elzhi]
Ha! This is the unfinished stories of the streets, baby
Don't get it twisted cause the globe already does that
Live and learn, watch the Earth get a turn, 360
Boomerang, bound to hit a worm
Where I live at is so cold
Admire those that grow old
'Cause niggas die young and go broke! Haha...
Is it the way we is?
Is it the way we live?
How we portray them kids? Negative!
[Verse 1: Elzhi]
This is the code of the streets that ain't broke yet
Niggas starving, it's getting nippy
Red face taking cold steps
His trigger finger's itchy, the other hand is sticky
Robbed this nigga at gunpoint, the cops bust quickly
Before you know, dead, bloodshed in the snow
5-0 shot him, one nice cop, the other rotten
Same cops the same night, stopped a guy for no reason
Put his face against the windshield
He fogged it up while he was breathing
The rotten porkchop kicked his teeth in
Did it in the alleyway so nobody would see him
He recovered from bleeding
So the next evening when he got stopped
He said "F That!" and started squeezing
Bulletholes through the cops' car
After firing, he heard sirens
Dropped the gun, wishing he got far
Got his grandmother thinking, what did she do wrong?
Got his brother putting like the same exact suit on
He wore to his boy's funeral
Over cocaine, fast life, fast cars
Money and gold chains
He sits through the sermon while the preacher preaches
The same preacher that knows the Bible, but don't know Jesus
He takes your hard cash and hauls lass in a Lexus Coupe
Piped out with a chick, busting his life out
Took a long stroke, the condom broke
And he didn't know it
Dick on the clitoris, constantly spitting on it
"Where the period at?" Her stomach's getting bigger (Hahaaa!)
She needs money for the child (Hahaaa!)
Welp, give it up, nigga!
The dough that she takes she spend it up on drinks
Puffing cigarettes while she's still pregnant
She didn't know until she had the baby how bad she was affecting it
Now he barely breathing, he could've been the next president
("No motivation, no words for these cats...")
That's what you want me to say?
(I mean, just... just...) Freelance it (Yeah, just freelance and do yo' spice)
Well, my thing is...
I heard the tape
And I think cats need to be put up on some ole motivational type rhyming
Because, these days... these da-ay-aze... we all need peace of mind (Word)
Let these cats know what's up, eL...
[Chorus: Elzhi]
Ha! This is the unfinished stories of the streets, baby
Don't get it twisted cause the globe already does that
Live and learn, watch the Earth get a turn, 360
Boomerang, bound to hit a worm
Where I live at is so cold
Admire those that grow old
'Cause niggas die young and go broke! Haha...
Is it the way we is?
Is it the way we live?
How we portray them kids? Negative!
[Verse 1: Elzhi]
This is the code of the streets that ain't broke yet
Niggas starving, it's getting nippy
Red face taking cold steps
His trigger finger's itchy, the other hand is sticky
Robbed this nigga at gunpoint, the cops bust quickly
Before you know, dead, bloodshed in the snow
5-0 shot him, one nice cop, the other rotten
Same cops the same night, stopped a guy for no reason
Put his face against the windshield
He fogged it up while he was breathing
The rotten porkchop kicked his teeth in
Did it in the alleyway so nobody would see him
He recovered from bleeding
So the next evening when he got stopped
He said "F That!" and started squeezing
Bulletholes through the cops' car
After firing, he heard sirens
Dropped the gun, wishing he got far
Got his grandmother thinking, what did she do wrong?
Got his brother putting like the same exact suit on
He wore to his boy's funeral
Over cocaine, fast life, fast cars
Money and gold chains
He sits through the sermon while the preacher preaches
The same preacher that knows the Bible, but don't know Jesus
He takes your hard cash and hauls lass in a Lexus Coupe
Piped out with a chick, busting his life out
Took a long stroke, the condom broke
And he didn't know it
Dick on the clitoris, constantly spitting on it
"Where the period at?" Her stomach's getting bigger (Hahaaa!)
She needs money for the child (Hahaaa!)
Welp, give it up, nigga!
The dough that she takes she spend it up on drinks
Puffing cigarettes while she's still pregnant
She didn't know until she had the baby how bad she was affecting it
Now he barely breathing, he could've been the next president
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